Fall's Chilly Air and Two Warm Donuts


Chilly air, the kind that freezes
The air just under my nose
And numbs my hands
At the time of sunset and the day’s close

Your hand to hold, and two small donuts
A hot black coffee
With any slight luck

That is a wide smile, a lot of fuss

Since that’s the way, and how to find, a warm place
In the new night-time, and life’s illuminating phase
In a hurried hazy way
Seeing a labyrinth maze

In this old place


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