(written in 1996)

The silent shadows are lazily, yet
most deliberately,
draped from the frigid clouds of
November’s endless days.

          November-oh! November!-with bitter
sweet days and cold, unforgiving nights.

Forgive me, for not resembling the warm,
glowing pink-brown flesh
of the sunset…

       Haunting me endlessly,
        I forever haunt


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