On this silent sunny day
airy thoughts and fickle pieces,
lighter than last year’s pollen
float on a gentle wind.
airy thoughts and fickle pieces,
lighter than last year’s pollen
float on a gentle wind.
Evening's chill settles the score
a vision of the road back
November’s cracked cup
paved with replacement
the stench of ice and dirt,
before a humid night
but for now
none such carry any weight,
none such carry neither meaning
nor certainty of hurt.
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