But I won't drink a drop.
(From Mill Lake, that is).
***
O Autumn Light, long November light,
thou Taunter of my Days,
You tease me from behind the glass;
from beyond my cubicle hedge.
Can you wait for me? Will you wait for me?
I'm on my way right now!
You can pose and strut
while I frame the view
Of your honey-hue on my walk.
[Click].
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