I get dressed
Splashes of color
Ornament myself
This body
This life,
Contours and angles
Smells,
And what else?
Trees envelope
Their roots hugging the earth,
Leaves wispy
Fanning
Re-oxygenating
Foggy mist surrounds
I can feel it through my fishnets
Fall into winter
Gentle culmination
And a car buzzes by,
I guess I'll go inside.
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