September Scene


He marched to the rhythm

of the melodies that set pace

to the racing thoughts 

losing traction within my mind.

He spoke as though every word was a rehersal 

for the final incantation

to ignite the light in due time.

He placed his hands upon my shoulders

a gentle caress, a gesture of guidance,

subtle lectures of chemistry, bonding

the compounds between, collecting memories

until the next time we meet.


(Kentucky. 2020)

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