Vacancy

By , Middleburgh, NY
Fortnight into illuminate August,
You were an intricate earthen path
Stumbling without knowledge,
She was drawn to me,
As if Isis were
Clutching contentment.

Ascending through a vivid field of flowers,
Worriedly watching Osiris,
Angel of Death
Took her in native crimson,
From that angelic October meadow,
On lonely November fourth,
I was as empty as her.





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