19 September 2008

19sept- autumn winds come blowing in
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And push the curtains in the kitchen. They shoosh through the pecan leaves and flutter through the dogwoods and they chill me ever so slightly. The winds smell of decisions and eyes closed tenderly and awkward laughs to distract from awkward but sincere campaigns. The winds whoomp garden torches in unison around a crowd of laughing, tired people who drink warm beer and let fingers linger on loved ones' necks.
An orange moon hangs heavy in the sky, brushing tree tops and reflecting in those eyes.
And it's just cold enough for cuddling to be for warmth, too.


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