a smell of bug spray continues
to permeate through the house
as i prepare to step outside and
enjoy the cooling summer air.
soon, briskness will befall the
season and the world will
enter a powerful slumber.
leaves tumble, leaves fall.
alas, i am alone—Providence
my only keeper.
i am separate as it
all continues about
like clockwork.
such are the vicissitudes
of seasonal change.
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