A bleak morning.
Ground fog, again.
It never used to rain so much.
the mist bows to a casual cumulous,
and evening cadences fall from a cloud-mouth of stars.
The future catches in my throat,
musky and delicious.
Its name is Start Over and
it sits between us
like the last piece of candy in the box.
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