Thoughts on the End of Summer
The train is strangely empty today.
Another work week is gone,
School begins again and the breath of the city changes.
Soon, the leaves will turn and a chill will be on the morning air,
Coats will come out of closets and cloudless afternoons on the pier will be memory.
Life is beginning to turn again with September.
the story of us
the cover is closed.
it’s staying that way,
and I won’t be reading the book again.
the things you love always stay with you.
I don’t understand,
How I can be water logged and melt,
At the same time.
Am I built of the same metals,
Or does the blood in my veins run different colors different days.
Humanity is crushed into a small steel box,
And we at least,
Will melt to calcium carbonate together.