It has cooled down

as the nights start sooner

the overcast haze

blood red suns

heavy sticking heat

disappear with the

rest of summer

it is now a

cold yellow moon

scrying down upon

us all

history repeats

only in the imagination

where the alley cats

still howl by

the dumpsters behind

my old apartment

the streets still

walked drunk and

alone at 3 in

the morning

aimless and

head sick

no where to go

but back home

eternally grateful

to be here now

not there

back at square one

wondering where life

was hiding

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