from "You Are in Nearly Every Future" Poem by Noah Falck
from "You Are in Nearly Every Future"
The sounds of summer leave
your lungs mid-autumn.
Gulls rebuild the sky.
It's more or less a spectacle.
With a gauze of dark circles
under your eyes, you watch
the whole world take a rain check.
The clouds overlap until nightfall
and you twiddle your thumbs
at everyone's mid-life crisis.
The moon blinks inside
out and no one notices.
You do all the talking.
The city lights acting as your voice.
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