A requiem of late summer exhaust
Feeling heat's intensity wane
Signaling a dying seasons autumn into a coming one
Oh, chalky month, as taste
like a piece of 'Mamba' candy
August - you stir my soul - as twilight
Destin, Tuscaloosa sun setting
blue green, sandy horizon pale
lifeless as summer has become
of heaped hills of college chime bells - bellow
a chalky taste to my senses, to my soul is August
dusky saint of languid dreams
J.C.B.
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