night before the days to come
sunrise pushes back with each passing morning
telegraphing how the inevitable comes upon us
red plastic hummingbird feeder sways outside
stained glass window on late october early evening
all hallows’ eve opens door to saints and souls
seeking asylum in my walls or another dimension
I’ve plenty of mothballed costumes up in the attic
though oftentimes wonder who is wearing them
october two thousand seventeen
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This is so good, my friend!
Thank you so very much, Sarah.
So lovely old friend. – Moinees
thank you very much – I’m happy finding you here again