you are silent letters
in all my words; without which
they mean something
entirely different
you are kind of beautiful
in soft cotton
and flannel in layers
hugging me good-bye
we pretend this air is cool
and warrants such a thing
though we are only days
outside the intensity of summer
we force this new season
as if the current conditions
somehow justify
our response
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