September 1

September 1, 2014
by C
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Up with the sun
but it isn’t up
isn’t even blush
or flush with the butte 
the light comes from low
but still catches 
on the grapes
their matte purple
tinged with dew
and pulling on
the vines
we’ve changed
our places over
time and now
I’m setting 
as it rises.  

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  1. sarasallydavis's avatar
    sarasallydavis says

    Your whole grapes imagery is beautiful and vivid. The whole poem is resonant with the familiar for many of us. I love the last two lines and your shift to the personal.

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