Tagged: camouflage

on the last day of

on the last day of
november, it’s near sixty
degrees fahrenheit,

autumn pauses its camouflage
unsure of which way to turn
.
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i am fitting an

i am fitting an
entire season of changes
into a pressing

stillness – sit beside me, sun,
allow me to camouflage
.
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between a rock and

line by line, curve by

in the shadows, we

if it were meant to

if it were meant to
be, we would
not be
so
careless,
trying on
an array of
camouflages, over-
thinking every
touch, every
response
.
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do not mistaken