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Spring Training
In the garlic woods the air
Is cooler but the flies
Are easier to catch in smarting eyes
And on the lane the weight of heat so stalls the day that
Warring blackbirds lurk amongst the may
Two silent strollers are
Cocooned in noonday heat,
Part briefly at the trash of grass, re-meet
Remoter people, hedges rare with guelder rose
Water meadows where the cress still grows
Pause at a stile to watch
The still-green barley chase uphill
Pursued by rising breeze and race
Down cornfield paths where streets and new estates commence
With reek of creosote on garden fence