Labor Day, Weakened

Like blades of green upon my lawn
This long, hot summer’s almost gone
The teachers heading back to class
Are braced for attitude and sass
(And that’s just from the faculty)
The only milestone for me
Now that the nest is truly bare
Is air where once were clouds of hair
And dander from departed pets
The summer’s passed; not yet, regrets

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