Apologies To August
Yes, I have called you callous
Garish and imperious
An inconvenient glare
Cracking apart the shadows of my sleep
The insistent inconsistency
Of the besieging and retreating heat
In your smoke stained fingers
Your blistering love peeling
My patience, my humor and
The back of my neck
Yet also, I have watched
My windows grow more golden
In the bask of your benevolence
Pouring your glory into
Precisely trimmed squares
On my kitchen floor
Your manes of wheaten hills
Crowning the coming harvest
With luxurious grain
So I will forgive
Your sultry swagger
Your stifling autocracy
As these dog days close in
For you are also
The best excuse
For ice cream
8/12/23
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2023
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