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First of September
Matthew Kohut
the blue jays and wrens
are silent this morning
a neighbor’s rooster answers
the freight train’s distant whistle
a catbird caws in the voice
of Rudy from Bayonne
as the chorus of bush crickets
sings the song of September —
it can’t go on, it won’t go on,
and soon we will be gone
Matthew Kohut has worked as a writer, teacher, and musician for thirty years. His poetry has appeared in Wild Roof Journal, The Dewdrop, and River Heron Review, among other publications. He is the co-author of two books of nonfiction.
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