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1.

Catch me, September. Catch the last
remaining drips of summer; now
she's an old woman, fading
in the distance - smiling,
smirking, sinking. The old
summer gal winks before
she leaves the building - she
leaves with a chill. She leaves
with a gentle pat on the back just
soft enough to let you
know she cares, but just
faint enough to leave you
desperately, aimlessly wandering.

Careful now, hold me.


2.

Shatter me, September. Shatter that feeling
of leaving or coming and going,
like a baseball through
the window. Flaring smiles quickly
waste away into youthful faces
of distress. Inching carefully
towards the doorbell. Anticipating
the worst, always always
the worst. Let fall your spirit
as you swallow pride and all
your other misconceptions. Just
fall. Float or fly or plummet. Let
the leaves sweep you in, let go.

Hold on, careful me.