Tuesday, November 16

Through the yard

Their shadows, they cover and
surround in some tone
I don't understand.
Let’s call it blue while warmth;
it wraps and holds me.
The memories of was,
I will leave them, their tightness
like a pothole behind. I throw
the days rain from my coat
and watch the drops
through a gauntlet fall down.


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