Awash in melancholy autumn light
I wash the linens of ten beds and
As I practice the Zen
Of swimming pool maintenance
The water still feels like liquid summer
Silk satin sheets
Transition
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We’ve missed you, Poetry. You’re our herald of season’s change.
Thanks M.