Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Packing Up

Not much matters in August,
at least until the air cools;
then thoughts of September roll in
like a breeze off the lake.
We resign ourselves to sweaters and closed windows,
but keep our tank tops within reach.
We pack up our summer,
begin crossing the boundary to fall,
leave everything the way we found it so it's ready for next year.

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