living
Of Autumn, Soon
Winter Will Be
Hazy smoky noon glow
descending autumn
buttered creamer’s gelato at Tallulah’s
wake, didn’t offer a better blue
Somber winged dragonfly
escaping wrought fence
wrist tugging a zipper, shoving a body
into dress, a planned fitting for September
Faint blurry wishing well
wearing metal rings
lady with ink on her knees tattooed
backward
birds in flight, never seen a symbol as such
Dim corner whiskey case
merging tinted glass
readers dangle a beaded chain end
wiggled a loose
melody, chime of time to a legacy
Dusky tip-toed whisper
courting the ripe wheat
dingy fields of wind to the old Ranch’s
painted door
bewailing, shedding, finding a decayed mule
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Magazine
2017
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iF Magazine
| October | August
2017
by T. Jenese Thompson