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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Chimera





Unmoored now, it seems you hasten
As we on leaf-lorn lea
Perceive you, a frigate laden
With nevermore will be

Immortal cargo you carry
How quick a season culls
Every eat-drink-be merry
Into unyielding hulls

Leaving in your wake an ocean
Of ripple-song engraved
Where thought’s guttural emotion
Is raw and ill-behaved

Yet no terms of endearment
Will draw you back to shore
Here goes another summer then
Heave ho and au revoir

Unmoored now it seems you hasten
Upon a sea of years
A chimeral frigate laden
Where summer disappears

© Janet Martin

...from a sauna-like afternoon to a sharp-shivery morning; September


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