before the leaves are gone
I want to taste
the silence
of a star-filled sky.
before this sunset becomes a memory
I want to feel
the tightening grip
of a hot summer night.
I want the clouds
to forget my name.
I want just one more sunrise.
before I die
I want to redeem September.

Paul David Mena
25 September, 1996
Acton, MA

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