It's Still Life

This Heat

…. is the start of a slide.
Those low notes of rain,

like railcars rusting on the sidings.

Forgotten
curse of ever earlier dusk.

Lights on,
drapes pulled.

Wet-dog smell
soaked in the weave.

Our appetites
want for thick
and fat puddings.

One that holds a spoon erect.

Autumn is a lean-faced woman,
raking leaves leaves and leaves

as the sky holds pink and ruby,
and lightning’s hot.

Meanwhile, this heat
slides on us slowly.

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Photo by Ryan Hafey on Unsplash. Inspired by Twiglet prompt (lightning colours). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter