the basil made it
through the night
a few leaves
discolored by the chill will wilt
the sun stirs the sap and wakes up the living cells
but by evening those brushed with burgundy
will be lank and on their way
to limp and rotting and you would think
heat had been the adversary
*
last nights
chill must have brought the sugars
out my next door neighbors
big bush honeysuckles
epileptic with little birds
invisible in its brushy leaves as
a cloud of noseeums
at a summer softball game by their acts
ye shall know them, preacher, by their acts
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