Of September and the leaning light

The first thing I think of

are High School football games,

smothered by the silence

of falling leaves.

September is the heart of youth,

no frailty or disease.

 

I’d put September in my heart

and carry it around until I die.

The colors of my heart would change,

until I drop to the earth with a sigh.

 

September, oh September-

the way your light leans;

helps me see beauty

I couldn’t see, or so it seems.

 

on a September night,

makes me long for something-

a woman’s touch, something right.

 

 

 

 

 

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About Ben Dooling

I began this blog shortly after being diagnosed with terminal rectal cancer. It has since begotten a short book of poems, most of the poems came from here. Cancer has taught me more than it has taken. It has shown me my gifts, and what an examined life is.

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