September Vanishes Along the street they descend and dangle, The shadows of September fall and crawl

thick as the tendons of a memorable message unknown and yet colloquial well worn and merciful as a proverb too delicate for words and too humble to make any impression enduring smoke, carbon, crescendo so elegant collapses into nothing but sentience, a thought inhabiting deep vision that glows from a cinder to a pencil, and writes with the love of impression. Where it existed where it vanishes, another instant it encompasses.