Patrick Fleskes
The Somber Tick of Fall
Damp winds exchange in space-time gaps,
Winter'd thoughts, patchwork plans,
Sown in a pathetic, homely beauty,
Rag an' bone.
The apparent outside is gettin' hostile,
Shadows replace physical appearances,
Turnin' sidewalks into extended silhouettes,
Molecules dance slow in clouds.
Sad waltz's.
Stillness wipes the atmosphere clean,
Impartin' sleep, wakefulness,
An extended blur of moments,
Piecing narrative together,
In dull raindrop slur.
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