real conversation
penetrates cafe quiet
righteous laptops scowl

sweeper passes
I jump to repark
pavlov's car

pounding pierogis
Brother Void pontificates
"Chopin was Polish"

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crickets in midday
under the kiss of autumn
searching for last love

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last breaths of summer
moon and jupiter take them
I swoon into autumn


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coolness of autumn
arrives under dark cover
night delivery

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sage wind blow me away
I'm curious what remains
behind the chatter

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warm city embrace
waits outside a/c commerce
too snug for breathing

.

closet find
spicy love letter
never mailed

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