Silly as naming fires or counting acres
there is a blue door that might open
at dusk with oiled hinges as redolent
of autumn musk as the vibrant voices
bespoke of late, faint Teutonic love.
Hind legs always attract in season.
You can hear them best in late October
then it's all gone mute come November
Friday, September 13, 2013
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