autumn leaves
for once i wake after marketa
we are in a hotel room
in a king size bed
on the seventh floor
the fan on high
to drown out the voices through the wall unsuccessfully
thoughts of possibilities
new beginnings
and the sense that new beginnings
are not so easily achieved
still this is something different and
it is autumn
through the window
in the distance a hillside of color
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2023-10-21 at 16:55
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