Autumnal Equinox
       

The stars clicked on
late; I lounged aimlessly
in my room. Outside,

crazed moths were sucking
and grazing the crimped lips
of trumpet flowers.

It seemed like
everyone I knew had something
precious to give away

—some mystery
free for the taking.
When I lifted my face

from a book, I remembered
every happiness, every
kindness ever

accorded me.

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