you were in my dream last night, last afternoon, last hours
you and you and you and all of us were in little vignettes of moss and dusk
and mode and carriages with plush velvet cushions, a pumpkin pulled by
oh!
considering her eyelashes against a cheek, the curve she scooped
into a shellshape on the grassy hill above the hudson, a pile of leaves you long
promised we would hide ourselves under (but we lost you to the wolves
long before the autumn fell) and all of your pairs of lips and palms revolving
as if to catch the sun
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