NOTHING IS REAL IN OCTOBER
The weather itself
undecided
warm, full
but on the way out
By now all school
resolutions
in tarnish
why study for the test
when I can open the book
tomorrow
even new clothes
in the closet
beginning to slouch
en masse
Everyone in the halls
becoming a pair
now who’s left
for the dance
nothing goes on in October
even candy comes in
at the end
I’m
hanging out
in October
waiting for November
to begin
—from Rattle #19, Summer 2003
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