DPF / Connolly

For the end of summer, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins. (Title updated.)

from The Summer I Was Sixteen / by Geraldine Connolly

Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears

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