Clouds rise from the Delaware
like overripe peaches,
the lingering warmth below,
a cool western breath above.
Today in Seattle somewhere it is like this,
and in Nova Scotia and Utah,
a time when fall approaches
and summer kisses it goodbye
with tears and best wishes
and a love at once particular
and shared by so many places.
And while so many are dying
or living in hand-held devices
this lingering peachy morning
is with them all,
with every thinning leaf.
I offer myself to this morning
and it holds my summers.
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