THE MAP OF
SEPTEMBER ONE
Associated metalwork, and the clang
from that workman's hammer.
Nothing makes sound like metal.
It is here, all around, the first of
September again - the old edge of
a Summer rolling to Autumn, the
quick-turn, one hopes, of all
leaf and color. Not yet, no,
but too soon early.
SEPTEMBER ONE
Associated metalwork, and the clang
from that workman's hammer.
Nothing makes sound like metal.
It is here, all around, the first of
September again - the old edge of
a Summer rolling to Autumn, the
quick-turn, one hopes, of all
leaf and color. Not yet, no,
but too soon early.
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