CL: The Seven Days of September: ii

Night

And now you hardly notice night has come.

Barring, of course, the darkness that is there.

The vapors, fine, of yestermonth are gone,

replaced (how dull) by simple, normal air.

But that's not very bad, I tell myself.

I merely have to trick myself to stay.

Or else, find I'm an old and dusty shelf:

so comfortable, I’d sit out here 'til day.

And if I do, a shelf I really am--

for bugs are out in droves now on these nights.

Their satellite as long as I don't scram,

until the heavens deign to turn on lights.

September darkness has nothing to hide,

just asks us all to join her and abide.