COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
writing about fall, dreaming of autumn
I love Fall
for the weather
and the outfits.
I do not care about
beach bods;
I'd rather look like
a Vermont Detective
from a midday soap opera.
gimme the ghost
of Sharon Jones,
some cider and yellow leaves,
plus a beautiful breeze
and I am happy.
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