Duane Koukol: A poem called ‘Honey and Holley’
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Honey suckle and Holley Hawk
Mix together in early light.
Their scent, fills the room.
Last nights cleansing rain.
Morning air, cool but soon,
The heat of summer, looms!
Dove calls for his mate.
Lonely call, no answer made.
Longing, for other mornings.
Sparrows constant chatter rings.
Like hollow wooden chimes.
Morning – it’s spring.
If one could bottle, this morning scent.
Of suckle and hawk,
And mix them, together.
For face and back of neck.
What unpleasant, spells.
The could correct?
In future gardens.
Yet, unplanted?
But scents do mix.
And spring time claims.
Golden harvests.
And November rains.
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