College poem, circa 1990, and the first day of fall

This year, the first day of fall (or maybe it was the last day of summer) brought this old poem to mind.


Ah! I can smell that it's the first day of fall

And rejoice in the knowledge that this year is dying,

And that by some miracle a new one will be born,

Shaped by the Grand Nothing--

The unifier of our universe and time--

Outside of time.

But not me.

I rent out my time to others during these years,

And I like these days between leases when I have myself

To enjoy the changing of the seasons and the dying of the year.