Girl in a jacket
Girl in a jacket
Girl in a jacket
Girl in a jacket
Girl in a jacket
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They could have told us

about the wind. They could have warned

us of its haunting seasonal siren, how it whisks

our wishes away, how it sweeps through the orchard

in reckless adoration, how it flirts with flowers

and fruit, or how it temps the birds and bees

to engage in a kind of soft-core pollination

They could have mentioned

all this before we fell

so fatuously

in love