one day,
i will slip into the long sleep &
awaken in the october country
to the scent of crisp leaves with
a hint of hoar on the morn
that is where we will meet again
everything said & everything done,
forgiven
in the meanwhile,
you recall vestiges of voice &
i catch fragments of face &
each will look to old stone north
under a clatter of crows calling
"look to the east" or
"look to the west" to two
stubborn thorns
in the meanwhile
2 responses to “in the meanwhile”
very atmospheric <3
Thank you, Ari. 💙
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