magnolia’s cream-mottled cheek
marking yet another bygone era
plunked into the abyss as sorrow
burrows into our roots, unfurling
our prisons / our refuge, the delirious
journey into what we've come
to recognize as our shadow selves'
last fragments of a fallen season
that last slanted sunset reflected off the lake
hinting with its brilliance at what we simply
could not admit to ourselves. The expanding
distance between us we hide in and seek thereafter
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