Sunday in  General   

The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is
more than green and
throws up sharp and
cutting lights to
slice through the
plane tree leaves. And
on the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.

By James Schuyler

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Other poems by James Schuyler:

• Closed Gentian Distances
• Korean Mums
• October
• Salute
• Sunday