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.