The clouds, surrounding—
north, south, east, west;
it was as if they were just above
the crust of the earth, so low
I could graze the underside of their ginormous bellies.It's that odd transition
between summer and fall;
the colors have begun to change,
the heat had been deflating the clouds all summer
but now they are swelling up,
and aspects of both seasons are seen concurrently:a mango summer sunset
blending with a tinted autumn glaze.
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mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)
PoetryA compilation of my best poems written during the month of August.