Rip Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Rip



The quietude of this small settlement
depends upon the brooding elements
in unison. Since July's come,
their calm Adagio
for Pampas Grass and reeds
and the leaves of the Willows hangs in the air
as if with quick
hawk's wings
our Fall will thunder
and the Last Movement
for us won't be like this
too easy Summer.

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