Inspired by "Cities and Memory" from Invisible Cities

[retrovertig0]

Isidora I implore you
let's not wait until we've weathered and grown cold,
to one day turn to one another, remarking how days flew.
Isidora may I be so bold
let's not wait to see which way the wind will blow
let's not hesitate until the house is sold
Lover, let us leave with the geese now in migration,
let us chase the changing season,
let's capture now

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[retrovertig0]

I wrote this with Mathias, sitting in Fort Greene park at the turn of summer into Autumn.