SATURDAY MORNING

A tortuous wind

casts gray footsteps

over a wide water.

 

Tree tops shake

green waxy leaves.

 

A swirl of odorless

breezes pushes

like fast midnight feet.

 

Fathoms of cool sand

hold the

shoreline intact.

 

The slip of a curtain

wags its tongue

through an open window.

 

Children create laughter

out of an

unknown start.

 

Fragrant cut grass

spreads a summer

of green.

 

The song of September

breathes out

as Fall strengthens.

 

 

 


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