In my supposedly October yard
I found the natural world
In a state of humming suspense
Summer keeping its grip
Forcing its flowers
Into a second bloom
And still it dreams on
Like a sleeper in a house on fire
I could feel the heat of other worlds
Flames turning us into flames
And what if it never ends
Never finds its lover in the fall
Only to lose it all come winter
Cast out here in the desert of desire
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