The Near Future
Alex Dopp
Can you feel the time
Swirling hastily about
Ruffling the hair of mortals caught in its midst?
The future drags us forward
Straight into an autumn musk,
and we fall into dry leaves and fog and apple cider.
Orange and baking bread cloud the vision,
and the chill thickens.
Sleigh bells chime nearby
As snow falls slowly.
Fire crackles crossly, tossing warmth into the home.
And so
the future looms
or rather, the past,
as that is how these things are known.
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