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Aaron Tieger

 

November

 

 

It is autumn and my camouflage is dying

faster than the leaves

Unlike leaves I am back

on the stick, starting

 

this beginning

sequel unfolding

slowly, wind

& rain clearing, ambience

clearly shining

 

 

 

 

Lost in the necropolis

wind tears a branch

of something, a view

so far, perspective

in the raw

unexpectedly seen

the day is waiting

 

 

 

 

Another bright & grey day

gutter drips on single-sort bins

 

walking with a cane: nostalgia

of the dandy vs.

nostalgia for the dandy

 

in a season of death, air smells

like mulch, feeling good

about the time change

 

 

 

 

Deep in the heart of the brain

red sky turns black

empty window stares back

phone light in the dark

wireless hush

 

Lots of thoughts

a name (like)

a chain

 

Hours till December

sky stretches textured

blue curls go black

autumn is your last chance

 

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