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  • Misty early morning early September air
    Steeping through the window screen
    Cooly painting pale naked bodies calmly wrapping
    Softly stroking sighing holdings;
    We made a rule to speak less
    And made it to the foggy daylight touching
    Nostalgic for something that hasn't passed yet.
    Here in the coolness smelling changing decaying
    Falling leaves from contorted branches
    But the grass is still in summer
    While the birds have quieted in the in between.
    We will walk with friendly familiar footsteps
    Crackling towards cool becoming colder
    And maybe this time I will feel the tautness
    Of face against the biting jarring winter wind
    With refreshing revival instead of resistance
    To the bare boned skeleton tree reminder
    Of everything I am afraid of.
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