Grounded

September 23, 2019

 

as colorants and undertones change hands
there's me.. who clasps at disappearing heat
i'm rooted in the berries, stained by sun
rejecting grooves of somber snows ahead

caught amid an Equinox
i write into the middle

between the split.. i've fallen

in the lonely burst of autumn 

 

 

 

 

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