Friday, June 17, 2016

8304. TWO APPLES IN THE APPLE BASKET

TWO APPLES IN THE 
APPLE BASKET
When Autumn comes I'm blue.
I'm ready for it, but blue. Blue 
like the passing of a sky in a flight
of dark night, one jet alone, lit
from within, ripping thorugh its
ether. Another 'sphere in the
atmosphere. And I can never
keep myself from thinking
ahead -   and way too far
ahead at that. It's not yet
even Summer, and I'm 
pushing it all
away.


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