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8.24.2007 

1.
Pressed black coffee tastes
like camping. Especially today,
in my quiet house
with the wind turning Autumn outside.

Soon there will be woodsmoke in the air.

2.
While you are gone
I will drink from your mug,
leaving mine on the shelf.
I wear your slippers,
sleep on your pillow,
and take up the full bed.

I sleep diagonally, even,
eagle-armed and bowlegged:
there would not be room for so much
as a cat. While you are gone
I am eating mushrooms and
yogurt with no apologies.
I am leaving all
the dishes in the sink,
but one.

3.
Today the morning glories stayed open
past noon. Today I put on socks:
the wind is blowing Autumn in,

soon there will be wooodsmoke
and the apples are gaining their blush.

Soon you will be home
to cup my hands in yours.

I love the story of lonely and anticipation. Autumn is good too.

Thanks. Autumn is good.

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