Tonight is a fallback to summer,
crickets chirping speedily
in the balmy air. I want you.
Four hours and ten digits between us.
If that were all - never
mind a season of drought,
a drought of words -
I'd welcome the warmth
of tonight. But I know better.
Solving all the math problems
in the world won't stop the fall.
~September 20, 2010
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