End of Summer
End of Summer poetry stories
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kelseybanerjee
kelseybanerjee Poetry. Flash Fiction.
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A poem about the end of summer in India

End of Summer

overcast

you sit

suck on mango skin

the juice on your chin

drips on

basil leaves,

your hands already wet

before the rain

we watch the yellow mountains

spring back to life

verdant, almost emerald

green foliage tender at the end of summer,

nourished by the dead roots

beneath softened soil.

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