(septsad)

I’m always sad
when September
ends,
this one especially
fast,
as I knew in advance
it would be.
A bit of travel,
its preparation
and recovery –
the month
is gone,
and I shall not
see it again,
as is always
the case,
but this time
all the more
poignant,
the last birthday
the last September
of the decade
the century
the millenium
unless you see
things as he does – that is
correctly –
and realize
2000 is the last
year rather
than the first.
But such a view
puts you at such
distand odds
with the truth
everyone believes
to be true,
as real truths
always do.

9/30/99