Autumn Magic poem five

A place in the house

Wind stopped
cave is dark
no movement
"Blake's" worm.

Dreams from last night
still light feelings
"If we keep the healing temple open, 
the people will come?"

A faint glimmer
candy corn desire
baked potatoes,
ham and tomatoes
salt and pepper
holy dill...

Magic inverted
deep turn
deep.

Dudea




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