PELLETS
Outside the air is thick with a moisture
of its own - not harbor, not rainstorm,
not fog. Some little cat's feet empathy,
now dripping, makes for humid minds
and hearts. Soon to be, this Summer
anon. We shall sweat in our sweet delight,
commenting nothing of what we've just left :
Winter's harsh trumpet peal, still ringing in our
ears things we no longer wish to hear at all.
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