Here we are – day six of seven. And it’s starting to feel
like Autumn is taking hold. Switched to flannel sheets on the bed. Flannel
sheets with a monkey print. It is monkey sheet weather folks. This is a
bittersweet situation – I love the monkey sheets – but I could use a bit more
summer.
The sweater in the attic
inside a plastic tub
has never seen
the July sun or an August beach.
It blinks its eyes
like a mole popping from the ground
in September
when the lid gets peeled back.
It toasts the Autumn sun
with apple cider
and marches off
to a clambake.
©michael salinger
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