The Autumnal Equinox approaches...
Autumnal Equinox Sober for once, for what— for the words to budge. We spent summer propped up by each other's stuttering. There are seasons here if you squint. And there's relief in the landscape's sloughed off cusps of color fallen over the familiar landmarks, the familiar trash—things that last.
Powerful! That last line, I sighed and tears filled my eyes at the ugly truth of it.
cusp of color. Trash and things that last. Thank you, once again.