before the party

Clarissa turns
to think,
I’ve forgotten something
on this autumn day.
yellow roses
fill vases and
savories roast,
but something is missing.
like Septimus,
she hopes that he makes
a bold move
to mark, not death,
and the mystery
of what is not her's.

Note: having a few friends over for dinner, and will roast. I wrote this last year before a party of some note, at least for me. He did not make a bold move, hasn't ever. You will see this in my words ... and some will have a full belly ... often.

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