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LATE AUGUST

It’s late August    with Labor Day on my mind
Something sharp and indistinct is in the air
I sense it all along my prickled skin
My forehead    in my hair

Kids would seem to play more frantically    as though to say
“All is quit right after Labor Day.”

Denver always has a big parade
It’s really not for us
Men have traded guns for overalls
Tanks and silver helmets for baker’s    builder’s trucks
The bands are poor and few    plain-shoed players not too fine
The working men    keep tipping hats   walk in staggered lines

One good thing late August brings
A smell of football’s in the air
A roll on churchyard grass –
You’re tackled    miss a pass

There are a few good things late August brings
To soften thoughts of school opening
                                                          BUT
Mother’s busy with needle and thread
A trip downtown
To Gano Downs
The dread “Back to School Sale”

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