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October evening at six-thirty by (Sam Kennedy!)

came all the way to the pleasanton library, impatiently waited for local school kids to finish their homework, so i could get on this computer and retype sam's poem on a computer that would honor her line breaks and punctuation. "you cannot squish poetry i-pad people!" -and i don't know code, so can't fix it.. instead i come here: ***

October evening at six-thirty

The evening is perfumed
with lingering voices
and a fast, heavy chill.
The air is becoming cold, angular,
drying up the grapes on the vines
and night is coming over the horizon.
Under a canopy of stillness
we try to drink in the autumn.

We are caught in a seasonal limbo.
Tomorrow could bring a sour heat
and leave our shirts stained with sweat.
Soon, the nights will bring a barbed wind
that stings the cheeks, drys the lips.
But now, in the blur of
soft warmth and sharp cold,
you study my mouth in the orange glow of the streetlight.

Even now, the world is turning
us away from the sun,
from this seamless harmony
of this night.
This energy will wither in the raw winter---
in the milky-hot breath
 of sick school children,
in the frantic, desperate eyes
of those late christmas shoppers.
But now, the night is still,
the warmth and chill layered,
the hunger mingled with satisfaction.
We open our mouths and breathe it in.

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 i love this! sensational.. it doesn't capture my own experience with october, but i can so easily understand and step into hers.. read this and feeeel it.

posted by SHE @ 4:06 PM