Jonah Lynch

Photo: LubosHouska

The river, fat and viscous,
slides, thickens, slows —
exhausted, summer is coming.

Clanking clanging cowbells ring under poplars;
green grass, lacy white flowers, grey bark, dun beasts.
Foreground: bright primaries, impasto bells
ring randomly, yet personally,
one, then another, emerges from the din.

Seventeen different grasses, twenty-one trees,
forty-nine broadleafs…