Come September
I know I'm rushing the seasons a bit here, dear readers, but I am so tired of summer heat waves...
Come September,
I may wander through
The balmy vestiges
Of Summer's carnage,
And I may also be inclined
To pause and smile wistfully,
In passing,
At the faint but lingering memory
Of the warmth of her embrace.
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