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I like this version a little better.
Birthday

Here it is, October,
and the sun slips
between two hills
like a worn coin
someone stuck
between the tracks
hoping to raise a spark.
The sky squats
on its haunches
sipping a cup of cloud.
Lights blazing on a
black, black ground
the Nightsky
Limited steams in.
Here it is, October:
the strength to last
another year