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







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Written on 2023-10-21 at 16:55

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Hotel rooms often make me feel that way too.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, possibilities. There's something about the sterile transience of hotel rooms that leads one to consider them.

Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah! so beautiful

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This brought back memories for me of a time in Germany - Hanover - the thin walls - ah memories