9/9

by Angelica Toumbas


almost nine, ten, eleven
but not quite
an inversion of morning
on a brisk autumn night

street lamps and park paths
and glowing red signs
the impression of poetry
while kissing in rhymes

the turning of leaves
and the exhale of youth
illusory numbers
the feeling we lose
the feeling we lose

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