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.:Midsummer Falls:.

situated on
this side of Niagara

Falls

the earliest of leaves
they float between
twin midsummer goodbyes
not quite yet rustic
we think melancholy thoughts
this as we see the waves.

Twin tides cry out �see you later�
like a willow's hollow whisper; chaste
Half-heartedly remembering
the wettest of �tear ducts

..

while on a plain playing field
a jar opens for good
contents
no longer sweet
except for twin fire flies
flash flooding with each twinkle
taking their turns

in turn

on again; off again
floating about
rising
outward
into a

moon lit glow

...

wet

the tear ducts
how soon they�ll forget
the whisper of
one�s will

-lows

languishing
upon the mist of eyes
chasing after ashen colored wings

The Fall
how soon we�ll forget

how we punctured lids
now breathe

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