Back east, the skies are
clearing, blue unending. Cool
dampness. Leaves changing.
Hometown
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Back east, the skies are
clearing, blue unending. Cool
dampness. Leaves changing.
Miraculous. Fire
missed Anne’s house. She’s back at home.
The worst thing now – smoke.
Kindred spirits drift
within the net and sometimes
meet by accident.
We visited once.
Soaked in your hot tub under
the lemon tree’s shade.
Staying up all night
is the new black. I wear it
and dance until dawn.
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
mother nature’s miss
taken october for jewel
eye’s endless summer.
Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.
Home from the party
they’re luminous like fireflies
settling down to sleep.