August thirty-one

August thirty-first
it seems
the last day
for summer dreams,
The last day
before Fall
struts in
standing tall,

Early morning
dead quiet
September Sale
should I buy it?
Another month
another day
or should I
be on my way?

Hit the road
with my knapsack
tell my friends
I might be back,
When the lake
Is frozen cold
summer dreams
no longer sold,

At the corner
five-and-dime
buy some extra
you'll be fine,
Spend them like
paper money
while the sky
is warm and sunny,

September's coming
up the drive
wanted
Dead or Alive,
Take your choice
choose your action
one last summertime
attraction ....