the terms of separation
there's a fire burning in the mountains
and the cold is blowing in
but the light is just right in the late afternoon
it makes it easy to forgive this town it's missteps and false starts
take it when you can get it
life's profit margins are razor thin
most likely you'll be broke and wheezing your last by sunset tomorrow
so enjoy these fading days in the slipping season
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