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Fran Schumer
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Linden Trees
By Fran Schumer
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The crazy, wild scent of waxy hyacinths,
honeysuckle bushes, their nectar
like dope to hummingbirds and butterflies.
They can’t keep away.
The Linden trees that bloom in a burst,
their treacly orange scent so overpowering,
so quick to burst on the scene,
then leave, disappear
like that boy I loved in June
who made me believe in happiness again,
and never returned,
not even to pick up his tennis racket.
Published as a Finalist in Adelaide Literary Magazine No. 69
2024
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