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Late August in Mourning

by Stephanie Smith

 

The air screams electric

The sound of Summer waning

I get caught up in its madness

listening to the mathematics

of mating katydids

A song of thousands in the trees

The tail end of a dream

The days blur by in a sun-soaked haze

I close the windows and wail

shaping the shadow I'll soon become