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Autumn Poem 4

October 9th, 2009

walked in
dust flew off
the window ledge
dreamily drifted down
on shafts of golden brandy light
following you inside like a love-sick puppy.

looked like
late morning sleep
rumpled bedsheets
autumn apples
clumsily (beautifully) posed
on the kitchen counter
begging to be painted
in small still life

you were always late for everything.

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