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I can feel it now across this table

in the old diner of this no man’s land,

The sound of shuffling deck of cards.

Or is it the leaves in autumn falling

in September- that he will remember?

 

Do you know what it feels like

to be buried in cans and tins of paint,

blurring away the sun, moon and the stars?

The distance masked from the past

drowned in ebbs and crests of time.

 

He searches his soul among the shambles,

the printed letters fading on the pocketbook.

I sense the mad rhythms and cadences

of cursives and scribbles in melancholy.

The dead poet speaks uneasy like this.

 

He seems to be trapped. A vagabond.

A tyke on his cell who think he’s free.

Swimming away like a salmon

undisturbed by the changing seasons,

lost in migration to the new world.

 

He traded a king of hearts

and settles for a jack of spades.

The wind is rough, blowing in with sand.

This is not the gentle breeze of the prairie.

A tune. Unfamiliar, humming in my ear.

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September will leave me

with the aroma of this earth,

and the patch of grass

signals the equinox of life.

In a nostalgic note of melancholy

as the raven standing by 

lulling me a dirge

of last summer symphony.

Soon, forest fingers will be cold  as ice.

Sheathed in layers and layers

of the old northwest wind.

Like pirates of the high seas

going home to anchor their ships

to end its once imperial voyage.

September will leave me

as the spring blossoms cease

its immaculate sheen.

Amidst the falling

golden hairs of the arbor.

Until another coming

of summer solstice.

And the oceans will slowly

dampen its warm embrace.

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