cascade through my mind as if falling
into some deep dark recesses of an
imagination too vivid to be released
for consumption by mere strangers;
shades of blues and browns cover
the means by which we relax as we
now shelter more inside than out
since to cooling of the weather now
lives in between the two seasons;
flights of fancy fly overhead while
birds sing songs of encouragement
from the tree limbs still covered by
those leaves refusing their duty;
swarms of winter smells funnel
through those filtered sounds we
remember from our childhood
that now seem farther away than
the worn image in our pockets
carried longer than was intended.
24 October 2020
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