Saturday, January 7, 2017

Cusp of September


Cusp of September

On the cusp of September the ruckus really begins

by equinox three weeks later,
everything’s already died down
or settled in
to the next chapter of the seasons
of the book 
of the year

The shadows have consolidated into their blottiest ink

Summer given back into the hands of a seasonless and queer architecture
left coasting down and up hills
-seven sisters sigh
as the shuttle shuffles by
preening in its stopover
cavorting before heading south to fell the trees
the mouth of its passage
gaping
eating not money any longer, but wood.



copyright 2017 Claire Bain

Composed on 9/22/2012 as a voice memo while walking around my neighborhood, which is hilly and on the border between rich white Noe Valley and gay white Castro (Eureka Valley), and one block from a main artery for traffic and now tech shuttle buses. 
Refers to the cultural and physical geography of the area, and the quality of light at autumn equinox.

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