Poem: Roaming

This is being posted in response to today’s Daily Prompt.

Roaming

I feel compelled to say ā€“

Iā€™m a bit lost.

I prefer the stagnation of summer heat

to the racing of autumn leaves

carried on the backs of swiftest steeds ā€“

the phantoms of September, October, November.

That movement brings the end,

remember?

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