A week ago. Reading The New Yorker in bed on my iPad. And there it was. A poem by a colleague.
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Agosto
Unambiguously, steadily, predictably warm.
No cold or wet curveballs.
Clothing optional swimming.
Delicioso blackberries.
I’ll miss you when you’re gone.
And look forward to your return.
Amanda Gorman, “The Hill We Climb”
Summer Equinox
Warm, interminable light belies the tipping point.
Darkness descends.
Yellow and Blue take leave.
Gray subs in.
The rabbits take leave.
Wet leaves sub in.
Pressing Pause 