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September Scene
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Traveler He marched to the rhythm
of the melodies that set pace
to the racing thoughts
losing traction within my mind.
He spoke as though every word was a rehersal
for the final incantation
to ignite the light in due time.
He placed his hands upon my shoulders
a gentle caress, a gesture of guidance,
subtle lectures of chemistry, bonding
the compounds between, collecting memories
until the next time we meet.
(Kentucky. 2020)
