We pick a  fire and hang it
And wait for  layer to open
Below green patina of light.

There is September in  rain
And body lying in a  corner.
There is   unresolved smile.

There is rain water gushing
By a broken wall in a house,
A lake in the garden of dog.

September things hang fire
As they do in other months
And other nights and rains.

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