Reading Charles Simic tonight.
Bad chill set in a few hours ago.
Dogs bark in the late October night,
Answering a train whistle
That reminds us the track
Is still there,
The same way a dog bite
Reminds us of nature,
And September reminds us of the world.
Glass is empty.
The cold is a terrible thing to forget.
Bad chill set in a few hours ago.
Dogs bark in the late October night,
Answering a train whistle
That reminds us the track
Is still there,
The same way a dog bite
Reminds us of nature,
And September reminds us of the world.
Glass is empty.
The cold is a terrible thing to forget.
-Patrick Conners Jr
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