September
       

Dazzling emptiness of the back green end of summer no one
running in the yard pulse pulse the absence.

Leave them not to the empty yards.

They resembled a family. Long quiet hours. Sometimes
one was angry sometimes someone called her "wife" someone's hair receding.

An uptick in the hormone canopy embodied a restlessness
and oh what to do with it.

(How she arrived in a hush in a looking away and not looking.)

It had been some time since richness intangible
and then they made a whole coat of it.

Meanwhile August moved toward its impervious finale.
A mood by the river. Gone. One lucid rush carrying them along.

Borderless and open the days go on—

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Copyright © 2015 Deborah Landau All rights reserved
from The Uses of the Body
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission