time ticks
balls to you september!
just as i was larking it up in all things white linen,
and sopping myself in scents of magnolia sweet;
you swept summer sands away without even a warning bell.
give me just one more cobbler peach, one more night-a-steamy.
pumpkin lattes and socks up the knee can wait a bit longer, no?
i haven't quite finished my summer sandwich.