Remember you asked, “it’s Fall! How is the world blossoming?” early October? This meadow of mine, carefully tended—crushed again, this October! So indescribable a presence, manifesting longer than my acute illness: The darkness that your absence has engulfed mid-October.
Ghazal: October
Ghazal: October
Ghazal: October
Remember you asked, “it’s Fall! How is the world blossoming?” early October? This meadow of mine, carefully tended—crushed again, this October! So indescribable a presence, manifesting longer than my acute illness: The darkness that your absence has engulfed mid-October.