October is the kindest month
Turning the sky away from us
And then rushing back in a blaze
As if the sun were torn
Whether to stay or go on
Full of last-minute reminders
Intimate rains that crawl into bed
Like an exhausted traveler
Mumbling about the future
He found at the end of
What is it he says
The world and time
But here they lie down together
In sweet October weather
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