"Allure" (7-Minute NaPoWriMo Poem for April 15)

Allure




Autumn's a lure
of anything goes -- let fly
your seed pods, left behind
lovers; ubiquitous paper
colored to season decorates
the halls of dailiness. This down
here thinks it is a hurricane
going down. Baja inscribes the bay
with fast food wrappers, hypodermic
discards and the dregs of hangovers.
Over substance, the fine sheen
of flesh, the market of memory
hankering for a sell. Will you be
that video, playing all day in the hot
house of a dream? Could you shed
the particles of what you were -- that
mood in the grass, that turning? I let go
and glide into my future as the rest
of this tree, this heartwood, here,
foreign and carved into the symbols
of something I'm wrought. Will you go
with me to market? Can you share this shed,
mill in the departments of the loveless?
Lured into meadows and small mountains
of leaves -- these beginnings, those left.




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written in 7 minutes for National Poetry Writing Month for April 15

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