The year almost over, it's a shame the leaves haven't fallen yet.
Except they have, in places unlike this one.
You're too shy, aren't you, to ask the stranger about the lake.
You just wanted to take pictures of the birds there.
The signs say "lost" as if losing time & place was intention.
Appointments are like bills, paid with different currency.
Spend a long time driving now, another meditation.
Apartment blocks along the highway seem built of sorrow.
You imagine music coming out of places where no music lives.
Finally remembering to sing a song into your phone so you don't forget it.
There are faces, there are voices, which can cripple you.
The blink of a lover's eye, better than anything on film.
A cat leaps up, sits close, doesn't need a reason.
She stole a glass for you, she even claimed she thought of it herself.
Wait! A complaint! Imagine it in silver or gold.
& remember how to open & close doors just in fucking case.
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