SONNET: Finale

let us walk into the chaos that is
this August day: the finale marked with egg-frying
sidewalk heat. as the boys and girls return
to see their Holy Land desolate—
to see the columns by the wayside—
they sit down, let the sweat fall from their brows
and watch it dissipate in the moist air.

it’s the season of change; of removal;
of taking the old and melting it away
into conclusions, realities,
all senses of being; when the mind stands still
through the tired body’s burning untrainquil
happenings. this is the season where
the sky and the earth make love.

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