9/26/2011

 

Maybe it was the season,

something in summer’s last, nostalgic gasp,

her leaves beautifully dying in

dramatic neon,

and we: two critters,

all heartbeats and huddle,

not knowing what we’re holding so tightly onto.

 

Perhaps it was just the ancient urge to burrow

deeply within one another

in preparation of winter.

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