The End of August
by David Budbill
It's the end of August and I'm tired.
The garden is tired. The grass is tired.
Everything is tired. We've all had
too much summer.
Bring on the cold. Bring on the frost.
Bring on all that death and destruction.
Let's have some quiet and some peace.
Let us rest. Give us emptiness.
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