Poems August Running

Birch

Another day without the birch,
two benches down now,
at least sighty September sight;
sunny, white, puffy clouds;
fifty night.
jog to track; red geraniums over fence
wavy grow to cover.

look for water;
wait evening miles;
home where
years square well
any september day.
cat not old,
almost own family,
no bench true flowers
finish this week;
but later two days;
eighty-two outside after school.