August 1: “August Evening”

See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky,
as if my mother swept off the supper crumbs from the table at
home.
Her apron, slipping now and then, smells of parsley and
chives–
The sweet scent of her long-gone garden
sending me to sleep beside you tonight again.

— Sandor Csoori

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