Bloom
Harry Burgess
I stay up late in the Summer
Baby I dally and dream, smoking
Seems I’m aggrieved, a rake of late
But I’m still a fool for you, darling, sweet and patient
Wave after wave break the bow
It’s a test of the worst to be blessed with that curse
Oh, gold New England sun, the hold you have of my heart
You control me and console me for to rouse each sliver paused in bloom
See, trinkets surround. I hold each one held dear, fleeting they sear, brimming zeal like a flare
I swear to declare it to be reckless in the morning, which is easy in the sun