The time of year when the sun takes the color
Of pages in a paperback left too long on a shelf,
September makes Underwood remember school
And a girl who gave him a book.
"You should read this. It reminds me of you."
September makes Underwood think of promises and lies,
Books he did not read. A sun will come up
But not this one. Every day passing
Is a torn-out page.
Underwood studies the mirror, researching
The cause of each wrinkle. Considers
Buying a pink shirt, maybe some shoes.
This time of year everything's on sale.