September’s End


Slip between freshly cut grass,

Steal sun’s warmth across your back. 

Let trees shhh the world.

This is September’s end,

Her fanfare goodbye.

A salute to summers past,

With tangled thoughts amongst flattened grass. 

And for this moment,

Breathe and feel the wild. 

Sky

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Do you look at the sky and see her wild?

Do the clouds remind you,

Of the ink on skin,

The ink of words?

There’s a wildness that the horizon,

Can’t hold.

And for that moment,

I am the sky.