It’s the last days of August
I’ve been given thunderstorms
To soothe this Florida soul of mine
Two full moons to harvest intentions
That I have slept on
For far too long
A train trestle that crosses
The Savannah river
Beckoning me to follow
A suffocating heat
That takes my breath away
Whilst begging me to stay
As I step into September
Shaking off the ghosts.
💫Amber Comber
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