The ground smells of autumn,
my skin prickles
like it's raining pins and needles,
having grown too heavy
for the clouds to carry,
thrown overboard
like sandbags from a balloon.
I wonder if the clouds
would otherwise fall to earth.
When the wind stands my hairs on end,
I imagine we could fasten together,
strong as Velcro.
And you remind me
that above the gloomy sky,
the sun is shining brightly as ever.
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