BY LAWRENCE MACK HALL

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Everyone writes poetry about September

The cooling of the summer-sun-beaten earth

A few more hummingbirds with maps of Mexico

A first leaf skittering across the grassy lane

The sky looks a little different somehow

A fresh breeze rises with the gentle dawn

Sitting outside at dusk is comfortable now

Notebook and pen are easier to the hand

Everyone writes poetry about September

As every worker and dreamer ought to do