How November Never Shines Straight Down by Mary O’Dell
1 The dust of this day these trees this slant sun
2 Have you noticed how it leans how it sidles into morning into evening lying down melancholy even at noon lackadaisical as if it has nothing better to do? Do not be concerned with the dust.
3 But you are no longer taut and teachable, your life no longer open-ended, running barefoot into dewy morning. Step easy lest the ankle turn, the vertigo take and send you sprawling.
4 This sky of gray/brown leaves this grass full of crispness and larvae nesting down in a hedge against snow This blue blue enough to blind you Your future is not necessary.
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