Autumn Cycle
It's comfortable inside myself
even when the wind
surprises the few leaves and sets them
fluttering.
Like this season's grackles dressed in
brown and tan, I blend
into the landscape of trees
with their fingers open.
The sky's so familiar I feel
embarrassed even mentioning its name.
Certainly the color blue is
unnecessary.
Like some feelings, words
are better
left unsaid, though not
saying a word takes practice.
A very lonely person
doesn't have the luxury
to relish
walking into a house that echoes.
Joseph Somoza
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