It Won’t Happen Again This Year
What happened to the blue of yesterday.
Everything is as vague as today’s haze.
October colours. Burn. Burn
We are children at the edge of a reset.
Now rain rattles the windows, wind bellows
and wheezes at us from the centuries.
October holds us in its belt buckle,
in its flow of aroma and scarcity.
Magnolia air won’t happen again this year.
Written for Miz Quickly’d Day 7. Photo by Joey Genovese on Unsplash . Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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9 responses to “for Miz Quickly’s Day 7”
I love that ending.
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Thank you!
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‘wheezes at us from the centuries’ 👍🙂
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😁👍🏻
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How beautiful!!
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Thank you so much! 🥰
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What?!? Only ONE October this year?!? Breathe it while you can, Misky.
Very cool.
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😂😂 breeeeeeathe!
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“October holds us in its belt buckle,
in its flow of aroma and scarcity.”
Love that image!
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