October, mid-afternoon
Chocolate milk through a plastic straw
and the sun beats down today,
it doesn't hurt,
for once, I don't hurt
October musings and
fallen trees, not fallen leaves,
but the wind still shivers,
and isn't that something?
Halloween roofs against a blue, blue sky
that isn't bruised today,
and arms stretch to the moon and back,
and back and back again
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