Showers pelt the black-eyed Susans
and leave glimpses of an upside-down world
hanging precariously all around the garden.
Just how did we fall into september so quickly?
My summer's to-do-list is longer than it was in the springtime,
and the end of summer dissatisfaction creeps in
with feelings of ineptitude and regrets.
How can we be ready to shoulder new responsibilities
when slates are not wiped clean?
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