SLOW SEPTEMBER

Moonlight fell

one drop at a time;

a face moved 

from nonchalance to joyous

and back

in a thousand frames;

and between sigh of relief

and sigh of longing 

slumbered a cluttered, cluttering century;

it was the slowest September 

in remembered history. 

[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days]

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