Sadly, I part from you;
Like a clam torn from its shell,
I go, and autumn too.
—
Distance, felt viscerally.
Almost winter, this cool sun
returns me: I rode
a retired racehorse, once,
around a frosty outdoor
track, he was prone to startle,
making counterclockwise loops
at an unhinged gallop,
reverting to a yearling heart.
Ashamed of its unruliness
I put my through its paces,
but really, who works who?
This day is so clear,
a sylvan sky above
a clatter of towers,
and acres of hours–
how I wish
you were here.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Thank you for participating in the challenge. It was fun to see your work compared to your inspiration.
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nice inspiration! keep thinking:)
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thanks!
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like a clam torn from its shell
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