a day and a month more to winter these bones know
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autumn the masses pay to be inspired
disconnected from the city dreams this skin
swallowed whole the stray who barked at the fog
from the well her bucket ripples with stars
nightfall we close the distance between lips
tired eyes the moon phases between blinks
wings spread the pigeon carcass refuses to fly
the pyre still burns long after we’re gone
the kingfisher looks into our concrete cave with pity
