somehow the temperature
was far too hot and do we ever
have a moment to show the
airy togetherness
we have come to know,
yet here we are,
until then,
and one of us realizes,
here we are making new ways to
often drive each other crazy,
improving old ways to
make each other nuts
but we converge in
unlimited levels of autumn bliss,
right when the soup
should begin cooking;
now I know you
don’t want to stay apart
and even though
the early bird
gets the worm,
the second mouse
happens to be
who gets that cheese
in the trap…

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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