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moments and eternities

a sousaphone

plays three of the lowest,

deepest,

most flabby notes in a triumphant manner,

bllaaaaaaaaaghh, blaaaAAAHHH, BLLLLAAAAAHA

triumph! as the blare lingers

as it airs

resonantly it shatters through

pitch-black with sorrow

disconsolately wrecking your soul

checking the frequency

rumbling in you

like the earth does as its poles

distance themselves from the sun

open your eyes to autumns hues

orange, red, yellow, purple

yet so much green

a reminder

as we reluctantly accept the inevitable

all throughout the garden

white florets

chrysanthemum

bloom

that last bit of nectar is so sweet

bumbling buzzing bee between blanche lips

she is

nestled perfection

thriving thirst as the days begin to cool

covet the petals as the frost and snow

cover and heal the garden

from summer heat

musky pheromones will swell in the heat again