august in new york

everything is so ruminative about august

it’s the last cry, last burst, last time

summer stands before you

last chance to hear thousands of ac units hum like the wind above the water

last chance to smell evening dinners from clanking plates in neighboring patios

last chance to race to lick the gelato dripping down your cone

last chance to see the pansy bloom 

last chance to feel the soft breeze from fluttering trees 

last chance to see the first orange leaf fall