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Gender: female Member Since: February 27, 2008 Last Signed In: August 21, 2008 Profile Views: 473 Blog Views: 3180 A POEM: "SEPTEMBER" PET PEEVES A POEM: "THE CLOSET" EXCESS PROFITS: DISTRIBUTE THEM TO THE POOR? A SIMPLE MATTER OF CONTROL A POEM: "PRISONER" A POEM: "PATIENCE" A POEM: "INDIAN MAGIC" A POEM: "CHARTED LAND" THE LAST DRAFT OF A POEM THAT HAD ONLY A SECOND February 08 March 08 April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 
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© 2008, Reprinted by Alicen Jay, nom de plume for the author
SEPTEMBER September's crickets are more insistent now than the ones in still-remembered August. They rub out calls in emergency sounds Knowing, as we do now, They must clutch life close and hold on fast before the end of the last September song
They must have heard, like me, katydids telling of the coming frost, when they, like me, will then be stilled
The graceful mourning mourning dove, alone now, perches on the branch of a nearby tree, silent this time, as though the mourning sounds around him have silenced even him
Street lights on my street light an earlier darkness now, And high clouds must rush, and higher still, to catch a glimpse of sun before it settles into the west of autumn
Like crickets, I clutch summer to me, denying I know September, and mourn silently, like the dove, the end of summer
But quietly, like a racing cloud, My soul beats October to the Southern sun.
- Alicen Jay
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