Sunday, September 11, 2005

Poem: September Unfolds

{Just written.]

Sunday morning...
pigeon flutter...
wheel surge...
sun goldening yellow swaying leaves...
I see...through my light blue window...
For a moment...
I let go...of my compass...
and steering wheel...
Things are...as they are...
as September unfolds...
not needing to ask me...
or anyone else...
how we're feeling today...

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