September

 We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.

When kisses are repeated and the arms hold 
There is no telling where time is.


It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.


We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.

No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our heads

Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's 
When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.

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