untitled, franklin county

don’t ever let the world exhaust you,
because it will try so hard.

it will whisper things about life,
how short it is,

how often and the cruelty of death,
that love is all need and convenience

and even the sky is perfidy,
running dry of rain,

how the axis of the earth defeats the sun,
sallow in the winter like us all.

then she smiles
and no one is talking,

she speaks
and the sun cannot set—

not while she speaks—
you feel her hand

like the extravagance it is
and nothing is too costly,

nothing else
is worth

the way
that feels.

don’t ever let the world exhaust you.
the years have made it bitter,

pay no mind.

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