Chapter 43 : Hanging
There, I've said it.
It is now hanging in the air-
that emotion,
wrapped untidily in words
that are not quite enough.
It is October already,
have you noticed ?
The wind will blow it around
and maybe it will settle there
In that heap of cast off leaves.
I will walk back home now.
Do what you will with it,
as one might with errant thoughts.
or hold it, till it dissolves in time
like all things seasonal.
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