What can you say in a moment
that has all you'd ever want,
ever so fleeting...
the thought 
alone suffices
to keep up with the shift 
in emphasis where words add lag
delay what is inevitably
an outcome of predilection
for the fastest path
from anywhere but here

straight as an arrow returns to the earth
at the end of its flight, in a perfect arc,
so I appeal to the time and to the breeze,
the moist air filled with sweet grass,
even this far past the end of the summer,
only late harvests now remain, imperfect days - 
too cold or too wet, too short with each sunset,
too beautiful to be among the last

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