Splotchy, sudden rashers of rain
swipe all afternoon the concrete terrain

of the amphitheater; then fickle eruptions
of sun sparkle the dripping hustings,

the green tiltyard of wilting umbrellas.
Summer's sprawl encroaches, threatening

to unedge even what would always,
like a heroine in James, delay—not say—

withdraw—exactly as every border now vaults,
rampant, its brickwork strictures, shawls

of luxuriant dominant mold, smoke & pear
bingeing on air, bidding love this way, without fear.