Gentle tensions soon obtain
when strange November takes the rein --exerts its obfuscating change
on soul and weather -- tethering
the temperature to intimations of an end --
as if it's true (it may be, too)
that everything is growing old as well as cold. It's nice then, when
November shadows loiter, to remember
and release and reconnoiter -- with a friend.
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