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Yes. It’s August still.
Days are tedious with the fan's spinning.
Nights too.
It’s ripe to a fault. Heavy. Worn.
Here, a squash. Here a yellow pear. And then, cucumbers.
Sometimes, early, before the light
is fully up,
I see a bit of you, September, in
mist and softness.
So demure!
In all of this past summer, there were two small rain showers.
Even the cats seem weary of this
lengthening of August.
So, welcome, September.
You will be glorious!
August 29, 2025
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