autumn light

This crisp autumn light
Makes me see
clearer than I’d like
I wish I could play
Somewhere far far away
From the dog shit
and gobs of spit
And butts and ors
And wasted efforts borne
On excuses torn
From outdated pages
Of norms defined
To realign desires
With finer tastes
That won’t disrupt
Or interrupt
The daily ride home
In the dark


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