tangent on rooftops

Taking time to reaffirm
An approach to the party week Of cold breeze
Now I am coming through before I am numb
Gripping in the dark room Of past history
Either I wasn’t there but the brain turned Off a little bit
Nevermind how often I wandered or
These needs I have to go for a perfect alignment
Of the tastes in a recipe or some lines in a painting
Nights that are brewed in the ashes of the weekend
Revealed to be a Layer of dismissed fall leaves
Organized by the nature that warned them
Of the closing of the window At the end of Their days
Far across the lake when spring hibernates
Toppling a tower of warmth waiting for winter
Only the night brings some sort of relief in this
Pouring out of stress in one hot cup of
Steamy comfortable relaxation

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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