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[ghost__bitch]

America's needles and drunk
propositions always
awaken during fall fashion.
When the leaves change from
green to orange
and fall like spring rain.
During the high tide of traffic,
I used to run my hands
across the car window
to watch water droplets dance and parade
outside like tiny ballroom dancers.
Autumn's breath was thick like smoke
outside the hotel.
but I remained,
ostrasized from those indifferent eyes.
On one vacation trip,
The mid-west stung me
like boiling water
with all it's pastures
and patchwork fields.
I collected light in those starry fields
where the nights were unlike
those in the south;
family stood
around a wide, open table
to talk about progress,
to laugh out loud
and be unaware of future wanderings