A poem for early fall
First update after a bit of a hiatus following a wild summer.
Will be writing more regularly from here.
Happy Equinox, friends –
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RESIGNATION
That the city is shotgun-winter
in our own time
before and gunpowder
The end that life is
what one can whiten
And still you press the scars
still I return
your body weight in letters
What X …