the wind is rising and the last leaves leave
the wind is rising
my lamped reflection in a rain window
speckled gold shiver
the cat at my side is fast asleep
warm here inside as it always is
soon i will set off for my swim
storm barra it has been named
the dawn darkens everything
except haydn playing on the tomb
alexa
the poinsettia stares at me from
somewhere along the shadow’s continuum
the sparkling rain spits
and spits out of sync
as the last leaves leave
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