August Says Goodbye

August Says Goodbye

like all
the temporary things i see
this August says goodbye.

the seasons could collide,
like flaming touch on skin,
the earth on fevered high.

September shall have eyes
of slowly melting crease
upon the morning warblers

on cloudy shelves;
the birds-of-paradise, the elk,
on waters pouring slowly.

like all
the temporary sounds i hear,
September says hello—

like all
the temporary things i see,
this August leaves, i know.

— A. P.

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