Flute Music of September
Welcome back, self, after a most
social August. My espadrilles
are mercifully silent on the brick
the soft rope and rubber sole help
me hear the cleansing
flute music of September.
I’m eavesdropping on a new conversation.
Let me be stealth to myself
and listen with attention
keen to that harmony, accord
with the steering department to where
I am called.