The temperate
divinities that mildly undergird the world
as middle-August
slowly whiles and whirls its way to Autumn
soon induce a
softer vehicle of change. Sometimes you’ll
hear them hum
a range of alto harmonies to ease the season’s
passage out
of heat: a sweeter beat, a glide – if it’s allowed
by clouds
that don’t take as their wild bride a hurricane – toward
the promise
of a habitable pause, the prospect of a journey’s
gentle end. And for that moment, every sorrow will
suspend..
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