Cloudless

I need

No more time

To divine

These dull seasons.

Reasons

Are unreasonable excuses

To me.

It seems like

Traveling time

Has arrived.

I found a five

In my old coat pocket.

The door?

I’ll lock it.

The garden

Can go to

Seed.

The seeds

Can remain beads

In their packet.

Tracks

I will make

On this dirt path,

Swept leafless.

 

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