rare weather girl
she tells me she hates the spring
because the melting snow
just reveals all the dogshit
people left behind, and she
can smell it all over town
as it's thawing.

then she says she likes the fall
because at least the others
are walking around depressed
and that makes her feel
better about everything.

she asks me if I understand.
I have to nod, I guess-
preferring the fall myself-
knowing she doesn't like summer
or winter either, but she
seems to like me.

she is so beautiful-
when she's laughing and
showing herself- I worry
for her, that the autumn
is so short here.

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