fall the goldsoft resin treasures
crispbrown jalapeño chips
palm o’ palmates blushing gestures
roughhewn arms flick wrists in wind
cloudridden icarus my sun
casting lines to warmcool lakes
under gusts from sparrows’ lungs
sleeping ’way the shrinking days
wake from drunken summers sober
finding helios’ reign’s over
leave streets red for black october
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