The Last Days of Summer

God is the original face before 
I was born. The lost part of my brain, 
drifting across beginningless
lifetimes, bobbing in the embryonic fluid. 

God is tortoise tracks and prayers by
a beachside grave and the last days
of summer. Why the universe is so hot,
crowded, and noisy, yet arrives quietly 

each lonely evening, on my doorstep, 
a bouquet of suffocating tulips.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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