September 23

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Putting away the sun dresses,
the summer has carried us here–

there’s an edge in the sky,
a mix of blue with hard tin,

wan through half-shut blinds
as the window wiper descends

in a perilous descant.
Some movements are

immovable, their arc
and conclusions, fixed.

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