I’m not going into this
So blind I can’t see,
But when you position me
Across cotton territories
I fumble at the seams
     Overwhelmed in us
As we shake the cobwebs free
To drift lazily into autumn dreams
Leaving ghost of summer past,
Clutching at layers of fabric
          I slip the silk shift
Over unsightly permanent scar
Wickedly chasing shooting stars.

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