At the dizzy end of Fall
Disoriented. Winter coat, summer shoes
Leaves wet in heavy piles, the smell
Your shawls retreived from plastic
Memories preserved in aspic
Quiet streets, the afternoon
Christmas lights and cloudless skies
I finger spines of all the books I will not give
Wind whispers in the branches, who and who?
Did you leave her? Did she leave you?
from Sold and Bartered
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