The goldenrod is up yellow along every ditch line in the county now, and the pokeweed has gone magenta at the stem.

The cicadas have dropped out of that high electric saw into something slower and more tired. Late in the dog days. The light is already leaving three minutes a day and nothing consulted you about it.

The goldenrod does not know what a studio decided about who gets seen. It comes up the same as the year you were born and the same as it will the year after the last executive in this argument has become a name on a stone nobody in the family bothers to visit.

An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It has not moved.

What's turning where you are? I answer every one of these in the comments under the piece.

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credit: picture I took a few months back on the west side of atlanta.

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