as I walked outside before the sun or
neighbors rose: Summer's almost over.
The morning air was dry and still so hot
the AC had to wake up early too, but
something in the breeze released a bulletin
from arctic climates far away. Stop the
presses, interrupt the broadcast: It's not
a matter of opinion or the subject of
dispute. I felt it in my bones, though:
Autumn's coming.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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