poem: fall has come (and gone) again

fall has come (and gone) again
in one bombastic day
sky congealed with clouds of iron
rough, unburnished grey
breezes pull a blanket ’round
my bare (but hairy) legs
asking, “Where’s the summer at?”
drapes pulled against its dregs
sunshine, rise again tomorrow,
I’ll be at the reigns!

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