forever takes forever

This is the place. This is the place.

the leaves are turning
yet the hinge at my neck refuses
to unhook our gazes
you simply remember rainbows 
echoes edging the rain 

and pause to wonder if this poem 

will be reply or elegy 

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Pic: An overcast sky, but the fall colors were simply brilliant in Bellaire. (From our weekend trip.)