Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)


Is my month.
By birth.
But I have never
Been to Mercury.
I am not
Thatt smart
And I really
Am not a

But I can be
Narrow minded
And overly critical
At times.
Topaz is my lucky stone
But I prefer

I do love September.
Mainly because
Thats when
The rainy season starts.
The tropics come alive
And the heat

September means
And a delicious absence
Of hyperactive children.

A turn to cooler weather
The clouds seem
The skies seem
The sun seems
But the Gulf
Remains warm.

September is perfect
Beach weather.
All the blue
Stinging jellyfish
Have exited stage right.
And the Atlantic is calm.
For a time

Great monster storms follow.
September is the month
For storms.
But storms never

I love September
Even though each year
It makes me
One year older.


Submitted: Tuesday, May 27, 2014

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  • Smoky Hoss (6/8/2014 11:11:00 AM)

    I love the melancholy-flow so easily and warmly moving through this gentle poem. What a pure pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing your heart here mi amigo, it's great. (Report) Reply

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