As the sun sets sooner
Upon a cooler day,
As nor’easter blows will beckon
Damp and wet like weathermen say,
After the last lawn mow, before
The leaves have blown away,
This aroma of mildew and compost and rotHas blended in a hummus
Delicious enough in to dip a carrot
Or paste upon a pita,
(Could a breeze be so substantial
as to spoon spread) then
Washed down with ginger beer
And black Bermuda seal rum
Tastes
I will re-savor
When boldly standing here again
Come crisp winter’s sterile air
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