five
pm
it is dark
here and now
this time of year
we see
the death
and dying
easy
but still go home
safely
november should not be this warm
we don't really
get weather here
but become wimps enough
to still get cold
and in that bit have some sense
that this may not be alright
it is dark
and that always makes it
fell late
coming off summer still
like a good binge
my body
and unspoken
acclamations
all mixed up
bracing for
the cleansing, sobering, and restoring
rains and cold
but in my veins
I'm still
drawn in the warmer past
and so at five pm
I stand
say good bye
to the sun
feel a breeze
warm
blow off the land
going out to the ocean
a piece in the mix
all sorting itself out
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