End of September
This is the summer that is never ending
The autumn came 3 days ago
But only on the calendar
The days are still warm; hot, even
It seems they are waiting for something to change
Something to change before they will change
Sounds so familiar to me
I pass by a local maple tree
Its leaves know it’s the end of September
The last time I felt, I don’t remember
The meaning or the beauty of it all
I think the answer to my levity
Is I am focused always, forever, on me
That is such a finite pool to draw from
Though I sense the waveforms of the eternal
The autumn came 3 days ago
But only on the calendar
These days still warm, still far from tender
Are waiting for something to change
Sounds so familiar to me
9/24/19 kdc
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