it is with a heavy heart that i consider september.

it clings lifeless to my ankles and drags me
back from bus stops into bedrooms where sheets wrap
around my body like a chrysalis,
it sits still in my mind and swarms out during dreams
where i wake up with one year a lie in my stomach.

if i could take back september, things would have
come out golden, fluttered up from the depths of mild winters
into the waiting hands of raining spring

and blooming slowly in the aching joints of the city
each evening.


and so it ends. thank you so much to those who read this for the wonderful feedback and i do apologize for not writing a lot more... see you in a new collection tomorrow!

c