september

a poem about yesterday

morning after, the
new moon, the
last beach
day of
summer.

being pulled
inward again,
being pulled,
and told
it is okay.
safe here,
cry.
thaw.

morning,
hot pink tea. open
windows at night,
cool air, slept
heavy from the sun.
we moved slowly yesterday.
candle light, crickets, flag
moving with the wind. beach
umbrella moving with the
wind. coastal
goldenrod, rose hips, wild
roses.

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image: seaside goldenrod in the dunes at Hammonasset Beach State Park on Labor Day 2024