Monday, November 16, 2020


 corona full 

linen-stardust lined life 


                      I find you 

    in the scent of seasons 

amidst the change of colors, of wind ... and time 

in the luster of these hazy days 

pools of light 

lie amidst the blue 

tangled in autumn's fire 

are we captor or captive?

isolated upon the hour hand 

i know nothing of how we got here 


here is this 

                season of us 

pressed into surrender by hourglass rides & fast cars

again & again we return to wonder 

return to the pools

of a crisp blue morning 

tethered to stars 

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