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  • Fall, like a shade of noir descends,
    curtains flicker along twilit avenues,
    hurried footsteps echo,
    memories like faded photos drift among the falling leaves.
    The wind prowls 'round the house,
    stripping trees,
    sending raindrops spattering,
    scattering thoughts of lingering.

    Just yesterday
    the earth lay hard and barren
    under summer’s relentless glare,
    flowers wilted against the wall,
    fans stirred the listless midnight air.
    But now, oh now,
    birds hunch on wires
    like strings of brooding beads,
    children press against the lamplit window panes
    watching night, come swaggering down the street.

    Long past midnight, I hear the door
    hear your footsteps shuffle, skip
    feel the chill before your hands
    and smile as you settle closer
    with a wriggle, rustle, burrowing,
    seeking to be near.
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