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Something’s changed (but I am unfooled)

Something’s changed.

 

 

6:00 AM Sun August 16 2022

 

The temperature today will baby step

up the kitchen ladder, careful, senior slow,

to hover at a pleasant 79 Fahrenheit.

 

But, I am unfooled.

 

‘tis the birthing of the

changeling of mid-Augustus,

June’s initiating summer solstice,

an intimate longing now a long

gone forgotten memory, now a

calendar X a valedictorian graduate.

 

But of late, the sun has lately been

heisted by late afternoon by a batter

thick grayish cloud cover, right here,

hovering upon this godly place on earth.

 

there is a underlying fragrance, familiar,

an unmistakable chilling odor of cool fall.

 

an urgency emerges, hurry up you,

pluck the blueberries, harvest the peaches,

because trace hints of crispin fall apples,

falling browning foliage, curling leaves,

pumpkin flavorings and yellow gourds

is unjustly barely there, a definitely discernible.  

 

Back-to-school ads replace banners proclaiming

bargain prices for summer necessities, vin rosé.

 

Even the squirrels are enjoying a Sunday rest,

after mornin’ worship, no feverish acorn collection,

a subtle hint, winter supplying must be nearly done.

 

dare not superstitious say out loud, the **** geese,

have made themselves scarce going on two weeks,

having learned a trick or two from the Ukrainians,

I chuckle to think that we may have regained territory.

 

But, I am unfooled.

 

Morning boats of all ilk and demeanor ply-plow the

bay waters, but all seem less hurried, savoring the pretense

of forever long summer days, beyond-belief sunsets, soft white

ice of creamy calming waters, no impasto^ seas wintry rough.

 

Return-to-bed, coffee mugged, I await the Dumps early call,

the sorting done, metal, plastic,compostable, so easy to bring

order to our daily detritus, thinking if only one could sort the seasons *then I would be a forever summer man, here,

on this godly place.*

 

But, I am unfooled.

 

7:06 AM Tue Aug 16 2020

Shelter Island, N.Y.

 

————————

^Impasto is a technique used in painting, where paint is laid on an area of the surface thickly, usually thick enough that the brush or painting-knife strokes are visible. Paint can also be mixed right on the canvas. When dry, impasto provides texture; the paint appears to be coming out of the canvas.

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nat-lipstadt
99 / M / NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
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Aug 16, 2022
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