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Wind races back With news ofFreshly turned soil
In Cat’s four o’clock cornerSeptember sunshineSeems like forever
I walkSo as not toArrive
Blackberries Shake small, tight fistsAt the north wind
Still hopingFor one last swallowTo draw a line under summer
RooksPick holes inThe morning sunshine
Church clockSays it's timeTo check my watch
For now at leastMud clearly recallsSharp-footed deer