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Is there something left unsaid
We should say right now
Before today ends
And night falls again
Should it be new
Should it be old
A combination of the two
Perhaps a lyricist to provide
Musicality to the repartee
Resonating among words
Shared between us
Across the years celebrated
Or simply left alone to make
Room for plans and potentials
Fulfilled or dissipated among
Passing hours and days
Lost in unwritten pages
Novels novellas short stories
Expressing what was lost

The crows have returned
in cackling, arguing murders
to negotiate the descent of fall

black wings make
a charcoal drawing
of summer-spent sky

they change the wind
sound becomes flaccid
the garden relents

we have no say
can only watch them spread death
and trust their judgment

The day awakens
Sun bright fir trees framed in blue
Good morning new day

Sunset’s red eye
is creeping south
hoping to catch a glimpse
of the other side of my room

yes, even the sun gets bored
and seeks a change of scenery
something to fill the long hours
between now and then.

What we cannot see
we guess at

what we cannot guess at
we imagine

what we cannot imagine
does not exist for us.