The sails are
down, the last dead flies held until
this fall,

and September’s
grey light can now illuminate a space
unhindered.

No Mariner or
other figure passes this way today –
the stunted

discarded too,
along with what is over-long and the
unnecessary

profligacy in
their growing. Other shades have been
wrapped and

bagged for
storage, opening up a further vista
on the outdoors.