It Wasn’t September

I’ll remember Maine

bards harbour’d all the moor’d boards

patios and tides

 

wall’d at a bus stop

a church windows Tiffany’d

botanical’d spot

 

various dahlia’d

limestone o’er sandstone the grade

no Cuban cigars

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