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November Wind

Douglas Korb

 

It travels through the bedroom screen,
plucking a chill, house song.

Your scarf on the back door
ripples up, spilling a shadow

across the floor. This breath
of autumn, reaches the kitchen

and falls to your ankles
only to spiral up between your legs

where all of my thoughts on autumn
hide, in the warm veins of burning leaves.

 


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