I don’t so much mind
the first congestion,
mild as it is---
the undeniable is
confirmed
there is no option
other than surrender outright
such is the weather
when you aren’t
so sure
the minutes are written
indelibly smitten
to attenuate
the ache of having
to wander still
but loving to.
Ha! The autumn sense of things…
---a laundry heart
belongs to labyrinthine
repletion.
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