Tuesday, November 23, 2021

David Bromige

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Fall

(Rilke into Californian)

Man, where'd the time go? Detroit?.
But summer was really, really great.

Stand that side of the sundial, will ya?
I want to dig the shadows.

Robert Duncan's freaking in the meadow.

Those apples can't get a whole lot riper.
Give em a couple more hot days.
My friends who have the winery are already making the wine.

It's getting chilly, nights. If you don't have a pad by now,
Too bad. If you're not seeing someone
You're likely stuck that way, they went back to school.

Crack a book yourself. Write in Starbucks.
Go walkabout downtown. [Time passes]. Hey, lookit
the leaves, wind, etc. doing their thing. Rustle rustle.
Contrast and compare yourself. Cool!

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