Poetry

September

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Air tastes sharper. Something

familiar, something forgotten.

Winds clash our bodies with a

cool brisk reckoning. Smiles fade

away while the hoodies come out

to play. ‘Wake Me Up When

September Ends’, people begin

humming in unison.


Painting by agnes-cecile

 

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