Hello Wild, It’s Glenn Again

Last day of September, hello wild, its Glenn again,

on a morning cool with breeze, red in the little sumac trees,

after a smoky waxing moon in the night,

sitting in the rising dawns light, on a ridge by a pine,

breathing in the fine, a softness in the land,

can almost hold it in my hand

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