Day sheds it’s skin
no moon rises
nor stars shine
The sun that creeps
over my shoulder
is a cheat
I have waited
and waited
for leaves to fall
for earth’s appetite for light to stall
yet I am in autumn
you stranded in summer.
Above the observatory
geese are journeying
to the edge of the old night.
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