Fragment: Walking home in the cool of midnight
It is only now, that our big Brother Summer has stopped hitting us
long enough for us to catch our breath and wipe the tears from our eyes
with the back of our hand
(we don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to us, but he knows anyway)
that we can begin to hope he will lose interest in this game
and soon release us to the calm, beneficent care of Father Fall.