Don’t mistake solitude for loneliness
The former is a crisp garment, chosen
The latter a way you're obliged to dress
Solitude runs clean; lonely is frozen
Shrug past the crimson, domestic portal
The fog patiently awaits this grey time
To quaint convention, be the rebuttal
Pull off your autumn ramble like a crime
The salty speculation of strangers
Should make smiling shadows more savory
Befriend vague metropolitan dangers
Make what you think you’re doing the story
Study the thin black gestures of the trees
Startle and vanish, like a feline sneeze
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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