August Light
Yellow falling down Augustsunlight slides towards September clarity
across sandy strands
and golden poppy strewn
cornfields
humming with combines
I stretch my yearning to fly away
before the birdstorms of leaves
stripped naked
return to earth
to wander sanyasi
discovering
what makes the air bite
the line
between light and death
of years.
Italianate September sun
will splash
I will wear a white suit
and a straw hat
while my hair is still
black
and
somewhere between
the third
and fourth
bottle of chianti
while
sitting alone in a renaissance city piazza
watching you not looking
or on some Adriatic peninsula
while you paddle
at the edge
of blue twinkling seas
with no fuss and much dignity
my summer
will
drift
away
unnoticed.
Poetry by Erased
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Written on 2005-10-01 at 15:24
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