Orion has tracked
the heavy scent and
muddy steps of summer
through its steamy days,
blinding rains, and
days of dense fog.
He stands poised
at the edge of autumn
and peers
into its dark cave
filled with glittering stars.
Orion rises
and glances over his shoulder . . .
is that the icy breath of winter?
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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