"funny but it seems I always wind up here with you"
--The Carpenters
burnt orange
and sienna
take me places
where words fail
as leaves fall,
where I pray for rain
to gather
in puddles
suitable for stomping,
and gray skies
to dampen me,
until I wind up here,
chilled
and wet
with eyes open.
and ready
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