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Category Archives: summer
That feel of the knob and how it always skipped over channel 6
This season grows tired of me.
The rain, deceptively June or even late May, falls odd against the backdrop of the first browning leaves.
It always takes longer than in the movies — we remember seasons changing like channels on old tube televisions, ignoring the static of early September.
No I don’t once the meaning of every little thing. I’m just trying to focus
on just this one.
color of mud
I write so infrequently of the morning —
bridges stretched across the river
backlit against the sunrise
near colorless waves soon enough
turning the color of mud
the last morning star gradually covered
by the September sun