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The Last Summer Sun

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I turn my shoulders

to the last summer sun

inconsolable for fall

at the door and winter

following they get into

my bones and stay too

long I try resignation

to no avail on my

mutilated wings

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Up In Smoke, April 2013

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I had always knew

you were an hedger

but now we are

talking business

life at a crossing

finds me reluctant .

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you clipped your attitude

away now you are sweetness

even politeness I stand

hesitant taking time

not sure you are telling truth .

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bad habits gone projects

a new life new schedule

brand new location

drawing closer

you open up

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your locks are gone too

fresh look maybe you came

back from the front where

was I? we chat at my window

where I usually find poetry

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my garden all clipped too

night a prelude to a

morning vision of new

less clutter more space

not sure where we stand .

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you still hedge things out

fly out of my door

wearing almost nothing

you slip away silky

we dare not to touch .

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new chrisalyds

know not this route

in need to grow

true wings . .

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