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Free Verse Poetry

Late Autumn Communion

Pandemic

An armor in slow cascade
its light holds tempo in my breathing.
An eve settles in orange clouds where rain solidifies.
I stay awake ㅤ listen beyond this ear
to the cold voice that bronzes veining death
a message leaving leaves unclenching
/detritus, littering force floating quickened
in withered bittersweet & raw umber demise.
I’ll gather twigs, their…