Pattycake Autumn

and I am yawning all

sleepy inside morning:

this time of day is a creaky coffin

lined with sateen, I say butter.

Rubbing my eyes, struggling to stay

away, theorizing keen to sashay up the hill get the blood

pumped and gallumping swift as a freaky cat;

but the practical?

Just curl up narrow, looking

outward at the falling leaky day,

cocoons dropping from the sky;

wake up I shake myself.

I actually have pink roses I could smell

lively not only and goldenrod and berry bushes

robins like

grass and trees still have green;

world so wakeful it should shame me,

play pattycake but do not blame me.

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