august
comes to pass
like a last breath
a seamless wisp
through pennsylvania hills
so fluid and robust
with silken earth
to cushion your steps
and blanket your body
quicken to the pace
of these children of God
ever stirring
far from the hurricane
and dust on the wind
of this new jersey
stone and vine
astute and effortless
once farewell ever final
touching or sweet
ascend.
[for scott]
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