September’s Baccalaureate, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

September’s Baccalaureate

A combination is

Of Crickets– Crows– and Retrospects

And a dissembling Breeze

That hints without assuming -

An Innuendo sear

That makes the Heart put up its Fun

And turn Philosopher.

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