Up hops sky the saffron heap,
rudimentary knowing of all get out.
Somewhere home dissipates
in the reflecting, sturdy

the rain tower deflecting collectivity.
Sheepish, I decline.
Overhead warming asleepish
on the spine of caring.

Quiet and utterly, retrospect
discourse half-ass to heat.
Cue cold symptoms and crass repartee.
Winter sinks into unruly skin.

-r. miller

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