Fog wraps her arms
around the city,
trails cool, indifferent fingers
through black water.
One touch
and all mundane
becomes mysterious
as you wait
in the light rain
for the girl
with raspberry sherbet lips
to appear.
Turning the first maple leaf
corner red,
she knows you're watching.
Grey flows insolently
from her swaying hips
as summer walks away
from you.
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