#1011132 added June 1, 2021 at 9:29pm Restrictions: None
BARD'S HALL June 1st Serenade [112]
Serenade
It's still not sunset. An hour after vesper bells ring, the quiet of heat and a limp flag define this end of day and the approach of summer. Under the light-blue bowl a few leaves flutter. It's late spring in Montana as green shifts its hue away from yellow.
Below, the river roars from last week's deluge and surfers ride the curl of rapids. Few swallows dart and dive above them. Their life beneath the bridge has been disrupted, their homes for decades destroyed by new construction. They have moved elsewhere to dab their nests of mud and wattle. Next year they'll return to start anew.
And come next June the flag will surely wave and green leaves flutter.
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