chills run down the sides of my body
currents of wind slash at my face,
fingers tips numb at the expression
that summer is over at last...
coffee blackened by the beans
slides down my throat surreptitiously
muscles tighten around the heat,
nature lives on the blind side of life
and the reason for so much strife,
silver threads float through the air
on their way to some mystic lands
beckon me to follow them when
breakfast dishes are put away...
a solo pilot navigates his ship past
all the surface garbage of life only
to find his air space crowded and
clouded by these silver strings
guiding him off into the horizon.
September 8, 2025
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