Fall Lingo

I’ve forgotten, already,
the feel of autumn.

The chill and thrill giving way
To a mid-day promise of an
on the whim dark textured tallow
with the escape velocity of a
Death bed promise—-
six feet of bartered certainty
weaved into a nap

Happy Stance!


Interesting beat…maybe ,,,,,thanks for listening and reading

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  1. Susan says:

    Unvarnished and piercing with a great title. You are a brave human. Always have been. I anticipate pushback from you on that (“Pshaw!”) but I know what I know. AND love the beat of your latest tone poem. Them beans are cool….

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