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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