Psychic weather's gone dark
shut down town to town
house to house
a pall hanging
but nothing too dramatic
just a "first throes of winter heaviness" heaviness
Plants shrink to the earth
in their neglected pots
we sag on cold futons
in basement of near-misses
lovable pillows
Steaks cooking, burning
drinks draining down echoes of gullets
Prilosec® nearby, napkins & wine on the table,
Rod on the box,
in some ways
this new day
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