Laissez-Faire Alchemy: Early September

Evoke it privately: stoke up
bewitching potions, fix your
mixtures and elixirs, calibrate
whatever sweet exactitudes
of golden light it takes to serve
the finest tolerable brightness:

crush your crises into powder
and apply it injudiciously
to spice the chowder: eat it like
the treat it is. All there is to do
is notice. Focus on the weather:
feather-sprites of clouds:

loud blue resonance of skies:
watch the evenings come like
spies: nothing on which you
rely for longer than a poke
or pinch or hush of breath felt
on the cheek. Morning, afternoon

and dusk fill up a nascent week:
a promised musk of autumn:
midnight finds you back in touch –
receive its cool love letter.
You were right to want to wait
for this. Nothing better.



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