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At Least a Start

by Marjorie Power


September's gift:

his change of heart.

A shrinking rift—

at least, a start.


His change of heart!

Fall shadows grow.

At least a start,

his lightened brow.


Fall shadows grow.

Blue sky turns deep.

His lightened brow,

my better sleep.


Blue sky turns deep.

He turns toward choice.

My better sleep,

his warmer voice.


One cannot rush

a shrinking rift.

So tenuous,

September's gift.