Fiona Duffy
- May 14, 2022
- 1 min read

postcard from wood street

this swollen september

grazing against hurriedness

and possession.

walking past half-gnawed apples

made my stomach bright with nostalgia.

leaves overturned by wind

mean rain is coming.

the midwest doesn’t change

its capricious humor.

though soon,

it will break its seal

and plunge us straight into winter.

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