This poem has no basis whatsoever in reality. Any coincidence is purely accidental.


The heat's migrated away from the air-
unseen birds of thirstiness and fire
fluttering without a sound or trace
leaving the world to a serene grace.

The sultry siren that used to sing
her enchantment behind gauzy screen
hazy as a dream half-waken,dripping
with fantasies you can't make reality

has retreated with the tide of season
giving place to a fair country lady
smiling like a laden crop in breeze
when the sky is growing ripe in peace.

The end of summer has come too soon
before I could say goodbye to the moon
that was listening to the crickets
and might catch our whisper careless.
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