Late Summer: Poem

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Late Summer

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

The rumble of the idling car,
And aroma of mucky tar,
A flavour which is spent in spoons
Of a late summer afternoon.

The blush of faces, tawny bods,
The sinking sun still struck with rods
And crayon rays of yellow light
A restive flock not yet in flight.

And plays the dog with curling…