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  When Summer Ends

 Helen Losse
 

 
There is little traffic on this dead end road.
A river flows under a girder bridge.
The mountainside, once on fire with color,
is past its glorious prime.

Leaf-tornados stir up the evening,
brown and dying like Adam and Eve.
Fallen leaves are twirling and dancing.
Twirling and dancing:

A part of the essence of the fall.
The wind picks up and blows like a whistle.
One part of the sky remains angel-wing blue.
The mountainside is past its prime,

a hint of mist cools the country air.
But who would notice?
The river under a girder bridge,
while two trains pass on parallel tracks?

One train is full of coal.  The other is
longer and completely empty.
I wave at the westbound engineer.
But the blue in the sky grows darker and darker.

 

 

 

 

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Helen Losse is a poet and free lance writer with recent poetry publications or acceptances in Facets: A Literary Magazine, Black Bear Review, Rearview Quarterly, Tacenda, TimBookTu, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Blink, Domicile, Alba: A Journal of Short Poetry, The Verb, Cold Glass, The Bohemian Rag, Sacramento Poetry, Art, and Music, Poets Against the War, Voices in Wartime, anthologies in the UK, and a micro-chapbook, Absolution, in the POEMS-FOR-ALL Series from 24th Street Irregular Press. Her chapbook, Gathering the Broken Pieces, is available through FootHills Publishing. She also writes book reviews for the Winston-Salem Journal. This is her second appearance in Right Hand Pointing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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