Cleared Away

by forest beaudet

From the first whiff of Fall I was found, Taken. This catharsis in cafes with coffee and Chocolate christening the way to Gaudy romance, But it’s not like that at all. This is quiet, even when we’re not. Long hours laid lengthwise against You and I, speaking, and Not speaking. So that on the Solstice of autumn I was Swept off and away and all the Dirt was put in a dump far away from us and Burned and you were the broom. Yes, there is coffee and chocolate, both Mixed up and not mixed malapropisms To set us both straight, But it is not garish. Our profligacy is perfect in its Imperfection, like your hair or the Way you get angry when I speak about the Past too much. Let’s not worry about that then and Take for us what took too long to give to anyone else. We’re not robotic, nor parenthetical, nor clockwork Like the orange of our first few campfires, But human.