For Lorn

I welcome the end of summer like
graduating secondary school.
I know the fall never treated me right
I know I smelled hot fog and kissable clouds for months
and must in some way owe the earth
but I long to whisper Novembers
and to lose the hugging humidity
that never leaves me in my bed alone.
Can you imagine throwing away thriving for the sake
of crisp cold ears and lungs in any other context but
for the love of lonely Autumn?

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