Cold Summer

Amaltas abloom
hanging down, shrouding
the coy greenery.
Yellow umbrella
bailing out schmaltz’s tales.

Wistful yesterday
winking through the sweet
abandon of her
bloating yellow skirt,
crawling to the fore.

She, ebony faced
deep flirtatious eyes
sweat beads decorous,
offering balloons
in shades of the noon.

And as the lane turned
that cane juice vend with
the sonorous bells 
rented from danseuse
footwork… bring mint days.

As the prudent May
borrowed the azure
Sky, I’m so longing
for her lemon eyes
and those jarring bells.
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