it is too early

for sad winter metaphors.
september holds

a hard enough leaving
in her crumpled fist:

dry and caustic and
eager to flame. like

tracing flowers in bleach,
like soaking cattails in gasoline.

11 thoughts on “it is too early

    • thanks, b. strangely, i took some of those images from my analytics– they were phrases searched to get to my site here, though i had never remembered using them. so i thought i would. smiles.

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