Poetry

September

I try to claim ye, but instead ye maim me

Ondu pinhole camera, kodak film | Photo by author (do you see me?)

I remember
past Septembers
bathed in golden light
summer embers
smolder, tender
welcoming the night
the rushing blur
of school-time measure
not without a fight
the subtle taper
of fading nature
gentle, without spite

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Mother, daughter, photographer, writer (sort of). www.texasgirlphotography.com www.instagram.com/amyjasek

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