October- Knuckles

Autumn had trouble weaving through
The slits between our fingers
We knit our knuckles
Long for preceding seasons
You, the fall foliage
The deteriorating soil, myself
Cold surprises both of us
Clutches our claret faces
Twists them apart from one another
Pushes our wasted frames further
Until our knuckles unravel
Letting autumn slip easily through the gaps between our fingers





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