To September (13 September)

Hard summer voices
issue single words
clipped instructions
in just Spring:

bare feet, bleached hair
ambling beneath and
without clouds drowning
sunlight reigns

untamed youth in
wild pitch, see-sawing
decibels across
hosed grass

retreats indoors
paying homage to September
a whirling dog returns.
A bird descends.

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