September Sun
Reality pierces the heart like
the September sun
burns through
the morning fog.
A painful shaft but for
an instant, that turns into
a flood of warmth,
penetrating the dampness,
coloring the grey, golden,
And revealing not only the
face of a new day, but also
the truth behind the clouds.
P. Avery — 9/7/94
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