Well, summer is officially winding down.  (I have friends whose religious devotion to the beach has them counting down the days in August.)  There is one last summer poem I’d accordingly like to pass along.  It was included on a list of 19 summer poems published by BookRiot a couple of weeks ago.

Its title is “August Morning, Upper Broadway,” and it was written by Alicia Ostriker.  It’s a beautiful piece that reminds me of New York City, among other things.  It’s Number 6 on the list above.