Ramadan: August 2011

Already summer's greens are fading to copper,
tips of maple branches just brushed with copper.

August days shorten and in reversed corrosion
green turns backward into burnished copper.

Not yet the season of cottonwood gold-flakes,
the sidewalks crackle with foil-thin copper.

At midnight, the full moon hangs round and silver
but in the predawn sky the moon's hue is copper.

Fasting makes my mouth taste metallic.
This is a month that God framed in copper.

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