.september comes.

pressure goes, is gone with the news that

my legs are ever brown

that

the trees have changed by the maentwrog

bend

 

that my voice no longer is

streaming through my head

between my ears sounding

like lead

 

and while all this has settled

tuck in and sleep a while

 

the pressure diminishes

september rises

 

all was well yesterday

 

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