September


Here goes home my cherished September;
Three more moons to December,
After scores of days or more, I can't remember;
Till I'll have back my darling September;

I'll tucked myself a lullaby in my torpid blanket,
Like vampires hide in decades in caskets;
I will sleep the tides over only after it lasted,
Till September comes at my door in her magical jacket.


Leke Odubote, “September”, copyright 2017

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