Instinct makes
the first
fine web; young spider waits
for the world
to come.
Driven by luscious
rains,
as the heat
dies down
sudden grass
grows greenest.
Swallows, ospreys fly South.
Night comes unready,
streets light
up; Equinox.
Raucous
grey gulls cry
into soft,
moist skies
where the
summer sun has fled.
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