There’s been too much exiting
too many absences
the summer’s flutter
tinkles of heat those
sighing nights so full of
sinking stars, gone.
There has been leave-taking
those collapsing far-away
heat encrusted suns
that spatter the night
fall and implode
flowers of fusion
wrinkle and die
crumple and fade
from yellow and blue
to lack of light, blank so deep
that they are nothing
no smoke, no dust
just absence,
like now.
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