The Chill of September 15

August

let her go.

She is not a month to miss

or long for

or think your friend.

September

I'll dismember

all the thoughts of heat and fear.

The night's a nice place again

with a cup of tea,

a place to write

and the signal echo 

of civility.

 

 

 

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