When fall finally comes
And you cave-in to pressing buttons on the thermostat
To gain heat in the kitchen
That cannot be garnished from your cup of coffee,
You don your red and black flannel: (the only real flannel colours)
And you stare out at broad azure sky
And grey white clouds and off-white linings and tress
Green and sometimes orange and sometimes golden
All brushed with the paint of the sun's arms
Houses across the street with shingles shambled in places: old chimney: unused
There are possums living in their attic: peaceful...
And there is something stirring
At the bottom of me
This voice that is wailing, crying, screaming: I cannot be silent - I will not be silent -
You cannot make me silent.
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