Below is the poem entitled September 9 which was written by poet Elizabeth Willis.
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Hello September
It’s turneresque in twilight.
The word comes at me with its headlights on,
so it’s revelation and not death.
I figure I’m halfway home though I’ve only started.
Nothing is moving but me: I’m a blackbird. The neighbor’s in labor, but so am I,
pushing against the road.
Physics tells us nothing is lost,
but I’ve been copping
time from death and can’t relent for every job the stars
drop on my back.
BY ELIZABETH WILLIS
Published September 14, 2016
Form- Nature
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