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.