Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

October

September was over in a flash.
I opened my mouth and it all fell out.
Pouring.
Jaw closed again.
How slow does October creep?
Possibly like the way
you stop counting at ten
and start over.
How do you continue?
You know what comes next.

A pause at ten.
October.
A breath.

9/29/2016
Riley Welch

R (red)

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