Miles from October (Poem)

 

 

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I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Baking in the southern air

Out here where the summers stare

One by one they are aligned

And their weapons are inclined

In morbid array

Pointing out the end of day

Day eh eh eh away o day

Where the waters no longer run

No prism is painted by the sun

I row – I row

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

You sow

My sweet fictional tomorrow

You only beg and borrow

Time will show the circles full

As I row past

All Passing

Here there is no guessing

Where

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Well

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