The days are hot. Deluge has given way to searing sun. Tall meadow rue casts clouds of white.
Beebalm holds a parade in tattered red.
Buttonbush offers up golf balls from the water trap,
but the lawn chairs say, "Hey, take a load off. Sit back and listen,"
while the daylilies proclaim "Princeton!",
and the ducks say "Quack!"
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