Sinking, coddled; wrapped in memories past
Chilled air on flannel days
Burning leaves; tiny fires dancing in darkness for an audience of one
None saw them same as you
Shadows whisper, silence lingers; watchers in doorways, undetected
Witchcraft slumbers through uncomfortable summer
Sweat drenched, sun baked; gone, yet recalled with ease
Awakening soon to the fall of the king
Nature’s impatience nervously taps its distress
I know not of how many autumns remain in the jar
Grind, burn, & dream like those who’ve come before
Found not with worldly eyes
The Gonzo Wolf 
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