wafts
stirring memories...
with little windy eddies.Corners of my mind,
so much time spent
in cozy nooks with pen,
trying to decipher
what it all meant.
Hiding from the looks
of those who never seemed to wonder.
So much time crawling out from under.
Now my arms
reach
pouring into Autumn air;
thick and grey.
I am spinning outstretched
in the winds of decay.
Because today
is better.
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