Day 538: The Days Are Upon Us

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the days are upon us

when the last surge of summer insects
come forth to gather their nectar
and straw,
to build homes
and swarm
in declaration of life
no matter the cooling night that comes;

it comes.

 

the days are upon us

when the morning glory vines
fly frost-wilted flags
that hold onto green
like curled, old photographs
that fade, yellow,

and fall.

 

the days are upon us

when low lay the clouds
on grey platters with sunlit lids,
cut out against effulgent blue skies,
and sailing
like battleship fleets

to the East.

 

the days are upon us
when all that was in yesterday’s hold
will seep like an extinguished candle,
an incensed trail
of what we once were,

up

to the heavens,

and away.

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