(every)day

today is filled
with the melancholia
of an empty nest
in the leafless branches
swaying dramatically
in the approaching storm
the odd conjunction
where wintry emotion
meets lingering heat
leaving a confusion
of supple anxieties
to lash out morosely
at numb gray skies

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