You, Late Summer

Crunch, you squirrels, mighty September wind, the winter, prepare for, you must …

You, late summer, I grin in your face, your explosive teeth expendable as a Kennedy

More marksman than fisherman, note scribbler and call taker, dealer extraordinaire, summer, season of no shadow, full moons brighter than Sol

Brain on fire, look out words, off with the dangling participles via ballpoint guillotine

Your morning rain was fetching, but now you are all sun, summer in your September, your nectarines ripen fast

Chirp, you birds, you hours of daylight, you poems waiting to be written

Crunch, you squirrels, mighty September wind, the winter, prepare for, you must, summer, dilapidator of spring, a smooch on winter’s lips

You, late summer, tear down the old man, tear down the tepuis, the presidios of clouds

Winder you are, through skies of blue, hormonal atmosphere you are summer, burner of daylight, anticipator of autumn, the clouds

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