Late Summer Where the Wind Has Been

The ever-changing idea
Of the never-changing moves
Through so many summer forms,

Long and short, in lesser poems
And lessons flown through the air,
Forever changing the air—

That’s the only forever,
The forever of never
Taking what has happened back—

Not just the humming arrow
You listen for in the air,
The air after the arrow,

Forever not the same air—
Though nothing stays, what has been
Stays forever what has been.