I wonder where you are tonight
a hemisphere away
from this autumn shaking like a dog.
The only chords between us,
the silent faces of stars
leaning through the clouds.
They fuse the drowsy sky with peppermint.
The crickets sing of chamomile
drifting into the atmosphere.
Wind runs its fingers
through the branches’ dark hair .
The smell of sandalwood
tip toes along rooftops,
confessing our future snows.
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