Fall

September’s
full moon light

makes for pooled shadows
sticky underfoot

their deep ink becoming 
my burden to bring home

I forget to leave it 
by the door — track it in and now

the murk’s
all over the house 

it’s sadder in here
than it has been all summer

best close the windows so more
doesn’t drift in 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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