in search of october
they’re everywhere
outside the sunroom feeding
barely audible & hurrying
inside hanging like glass angels
kept afloat by invisible wires
nobody dare notices
september is here upon us
mindlessly giving & taking
asking nobody for any favors
uncomfortably sitting still
depending upon the light
doors & windows open & shut
repeating every so often
winds die down & return to life
at the slightest command
it’s best not to give in
as you see like anything else
september always ends
desperate wings all aflutter
effectively fanning the fire
september two thousand twenty
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