Lying on my back
In the late summer sun
The September sky hangs over me,
A glimpse back into summer
And it's heady days
When warmth eased our ills;
Sculptured white clouds, seemingly fixed,
Immovable in their predestined positions
Unnoticed, unloved, unimaginable
Yet mine for the moment
Each a memory of happy times
And beauty discovered,
Mine on this September day
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