Smoke hangs like haze over the crowded room
and the stubble of men
scratch the surface of stares
as she walks
under the red light of fall
where the scent of ripened flesh
fills the moment
and she moves
into the shadows of expectation ~
on a night that brings the morning
into a muted state of spring
where sad thoughts
and sunny weather
begin in the colour of her eyes






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