“Should Not Have Slept All Day"
This lingering air tells me
I missed a good day.
It is sweet like rain-
spattered sidewalks—metallic.
The street lamps
lend amber light to the night
bringing my eyes down from
the hiding stars.
I’ve missed a good day.
This autumn wind makes my skin
crawl with anxiousness.
Dead leaves in the middle of the night
sound just like their happy
former selves in the middle of summer.
Still, this lingering air taunts and teases me.
I will stay and enjoy this
faint light, goose-bumped skin
and waves of dead leaves rustling
in this lingering air.
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