SEPTEMBER FIRST

 

 

 

 

 

The breath

of summer

slipped into

September

as if destined

to die.

 

Humid nights

where fireflies

attack the dark

and ocean breezes

lifted my hair,

stay in August.

 

A bonfire

dances flames

onto youthful

tanned faces

deeply absorbed

with strength.

 

Porch lights

freely welcome

homeless bugs

while screen doors

signal closure

at midnight.

 

 

 

 


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