Tuesday, August 21, 2018


August already
acting like September.
The light,

I mean. And darkness
coming sooner.
The sharp

talk of the leaves
in hundred-year-old trees.
The stars

marking out their wisdom
as evening comes in.
The hum

of this universe,
an E-flat note we
can't hear.

How easily
we could lose ourselves

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