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
written on aug 26, 2024