Walking Westward

October morning walk to H’s place,
while taking in the Halloween decor,
inhabiting the here-and-now, in case
I need to be alert for something more,
I’m ready to submit this aging face
to unguents luxurious and pure,
and grateful for the weather nearly warm.
Next time (December) I’ll contend with storm.

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