August's Last Words

I will write poems again.

I will suck the sweet through terse teeth.

I’m on the desperate edge of a fall,

Smilingly unsober,

Sloppily savoring: some dried grass,

An air clear of smoke,

Distant barking,

And twittering - empty of urgency.

I’m enamored again!

With the giving love of words.

Their safely unimposing

Complete hallucination.