Poem One About September
She forgot what she wanted to say
There was too much
like a tree in the
Fall
falling
Nothing at all
The confetti
colors
falling
Fall
It was not a
September to remember
Just a sad song
They played it
over and
over again
In her head
falling
fitfully asleep
Alone
while lying
next to you
in bed
Sitting on the Porch 2
Sitting on the porch
she saw the Fall
leaves
cascading
down
shafts of sunlight
the orange cats
nonchalantly
batted them away
she wasn’t sure
why
it made her
wish
she remembered
it might
have been September
the last time they had
kissed
while the black crow
sat on the telephone pole
wondering
if they ever had a
love song
September Slumber
The requiem for the summer
played softly throughout her slumber
Searching in the darkness
shocked by the sheer starkness
Trying hard to remember
what it was about September
that made her feel
like nothing was real
Watching dancers from the balcony
she caressed her melancholy
Trying to remember
Trying to remember
What it was about September
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