In a Corner of the Sky
In a corner of the sky I listen to September Song by Kurt Weill.
I remember the fall days of leaves and music and clocks beating quicker.
Dwindling calendars shivered as vintage albums spun on Victrola dog days.
A crescendo of rain and fluorescence mixed watercolor onto pavement turning melodic these days of summer heat and symphonies.
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