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October Third





October overslept today,
then burst forth from rumpled sheets,
rumbling into foggy socks.
No time, even for cinnamon tea,
and she’s out the door in a tumble of grey oilskin,
stuffing titian locks into her Brimmer.

She rakes up breeze-webs with her passing
and I feel her moving through me
on the platform, in the rain.
The dead are riding the trains again,
reading newspapers over our shoulders
and whispering to the unattended.

October 3, 2013

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cassiopia
Oct. 3rd, 2012 05:40 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous. This gave me shivers.
jennlynn_green
Oct. 3rd, 2012 05:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'!
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cassiopia
Oct. 3rd, 2012 06:07 pm (UTC)
Hey there! I have had an LJ for YEARS. It is woefully neglected but if I had more activity on my friends page I might be more inclined to keep checking in. I *miss* the old days of LJ. I used to check it as obsessively as I do FB now.
We should *totally* be LJ friends :)

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jennlynn_green
Oct. 3rd, 2012 06:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you darlin'. I love writing poetry...especially in the fall. I so appreciate the encouragement. :)
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