postcard from wood street

Fiona Duffy

May 14, 20221 min read

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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