Monday, August 1, 2011

The Morning Reading: "The trees are bored with being green"



August
by John Updike


The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely. As is the photo.

the other L

Lou said...

Ha!!

Oh that Updike, ain't he sweet?

Love that photo.

 
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