Cheating tonight, so tired. The doors open to crickets and muggy night air. From W. S. Merwin, an excerpt from “To The Light of September,” to close this day:

. . . and for now it seems as though  you are still summer  still the high familiar  endless summer  yet with a glint  of bronze in the chill mornings  and the late yellow petals  of the mullein fluttering  on the stalks that lean  over their broken  shadows across the cracked ground. . ."

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