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November Complacency

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Halloween décor lie wet on the concrete.
Pumpkins, soft from the quiet rotting
And the rain from the night before.
Naked trees rock in the cool breeze,
Droplets coming off the toothpick branches.
The clouds, a monochrome hurricane.

And there she was
In the complacency of my arms
My black pea coat wrapped around us
With the crude wind at its wrath,
Blending with the mist of inevitable rain.
Her hair only flutters.





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