Flute Music of September



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.


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