a shift of seasons nigh,
summer belts her cadence
the heat of her last breath hanging humid
over swaths of sweaty bodies
her sun ray fingers aim to linger a while
she grips her world with them
the kiss of her light warms, and also warns
of fleeting lips

but pages of calendars can not be glued
and stages of summer can not be renewed

I am a pillar of salt
I did not ask of Fall