Atumn Song


I am loved in autumn!
There are no doubts
of any kind
that tangle in my brow
like bats
disguised as birds
intoning prayers:
chants from leaner times
that filled the air
with coffee cups
and cigarettes
and crazy eyes that stare.
I’ve left all my wounds behind,
like old cartoons,
and crescent moons,
and juke-box wings
that rhyme.
I am loved in autumn,
like grapes
and vintage wine.

 

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