A Poem In September
One ought to think
like dreaming
for in some dreams there
is truly a hope
something
a green light or a better way off
because there is every ground
there is every chance
of course, every colour and
power to it
a poem at times is particular
to this kind of adventure
or end
may be theme of love in September
may be a how
of winds and its beholding
and tides
and at an interval, an autumn.
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