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Hurry September
August is still waiting to
arrive
But for me I hope it passes by
Moves fastly through the last
hot days
Summer heat weighs me down
Bloated with heat and humidity
the days drag by , with anxious
eye
I scan the sky , strain to see
clouds in the northwest sky
to hear my mother raise her
head
lift it into the wind and say
Ah autumn is near , the wind
today
is coming somewhere off of ice
the august heated air blunts
its
arrival and holds it for awhile
still one day soon , standing
on my deck
I will feel a breeze lift the
heat
upon my neck and touch me with
a cooler hand and say The wind
today
is coming somewhere off of ice
I can hear me sigh with great
relief
and say so only I can hear
ohhh that sounds so nice,
September is almost here!
anna alexander
July 30, 2008, 3:07 PMİ
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