So
profligately and deliciously
has New York
City Summer preyed on us
and played
for us this year, there is no labor
in his Labor
Day – his emanations sway
and slay us as
if anything but his insistently
meticulously
beautiful existence
were ridiculous
– his frank seductions tell us
we have
everything we possibly could want..
Rarely has he
told a truth so blunt, and bold.
Something we might take into the cold..
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