August Ends

Frank Cappello

August ends
a drip from a hose
long ago disconnected
from its wall`faucet

The onions
peel in their rows
their pale orange skins
browning in a sun

crawl over the last
of the summer lavender
fragrant to the end
of an old aunt

All nature seeks
a place in the shade
Jonah praying for a vine
to shield his shame
for silence kept

August ends
not with a thunder`
clap but the faint sizzle
shorting`out wires
on water`pumps


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to August Ends

  1. evokes eliot – especially the final stanza


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