a beautiful stranger to my door
hawking wares i try to ignore
when May comes knocking
ostentatious smile too bright
that jejune steals sun from blooming April
to presume to compete with June light
no matter how gold and dappled
how sweet the berries peaches apples
or day’s scents of buds bursting into flowers
into warm nights of somber hours
trying to prove you’re not an unseasonable stray
pure aesthetic sensual hollow May
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