Another day, another walking catastrophe.
I can’t put my mind on pause because it
loves the way I can’t take it; it’s complicated
that’s what she said when an argument ceased
its existence at her insistence
in the wind of autumn with a wink and a cocky nod,
crawling through the sweltering forest fires to hide wine in leaves
leading to a gazebo made of trees.
We’ll meet again when the summer sun slips away again.

(© 2022 AC)

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