Late Summer (Poem)

This is a time of abeyance,

A lacuna before the coming of fall.

The air shimmers with heat

And the low buzz of insects.

Rainfall offers little respite,

Only plangent noise.

How not to repine

And search for a proem

In cooler nights and darkening days?

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