The day before winter

a walk, shortened,
in October bluster.
black branches flailing.
shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall.
escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance.
carpet the catwalks.
stick to the shoes.

the future’s opaque.
carrying, carrying things.
stumbling towards rest.
knuckles of anxiousness
push up, under the jawline.

unopened these years.
a pair of neglected sneakers.
remembrance of running.
regret now
they didn’t die a natural death.

this material mountain,
trove of trivialities.
hobbling our limp
to tomorrow.


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