Saturday, October 29, 2016

an october horror pome

Outside on the balcony where I had gone to think,
with the cool october air to gird me against morning sun
and the single tree rising leave-less into wisp-white blue sky,
looking out over the gray rail, over the gray highway divide,
beyond the shadow casting hi-rises, over shadowed sidewalks
and dim lit convenience stores,

I thought of nothing in particular, I sipped at coffee,
I peered down into the cup, out back over all I had looked before,

I thought of nothing but the decision to head back inside.

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