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I was sitting, staring,

Out my window one day,

At a rosiest, posiest,

Evening in May.

Two wings of shattered colors

Bleed into the red,

For it saw the rosiest,

Posiest of all as a bed.

So many nights passed,

And I was searching, again,

For my rosy, posey,

Enticing old friend.

Nowhere could I find it;

Two wings and a bed gone.

The wind laughed at my foolishness;

The sun joined him at dawn. 

I laugh with them too,

(water on my face like dew)

Because now I remember,

The crumbling, weakening,

Effect of September.