like all
the temporary things i see
this August says goodbye.
the seasons could collide,
like flaming touch on skin,
the earth on fevered high.
September shall have eyes
of slowly melting crease
upon the morning warblers
on cloudy shelves;
the birds-of-paradise, the elk,
on waters pouring slowly.
like all
the temporary sounds i hear,
September says hello—
like all
the temporary things i see,
this August leaves, i know.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
