Some Late Summer Days

Some late summer days
in the fresh pale evening

your garage door snapped shut
fillets chopped into chocolate chili

you realize you’ve never lived
in a world with Janis Joplin.

Some late summer days
this lapse is okay, call it

poor timing, each lover
lost in some other year.

Some late summer days
this pain is the keenest tragedy.

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