Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Meeting



Too chilly, too much wind and

not enough light.

The fall bees are out like leaves

and there many among the trees.

The birds cry, the deer run.



Day breaks, seasons change,

people walk around.

There's much strangeness in the

air, strangeness is my fault.



We know one another, we know

each other.

We know how the cold can be.

In a couple of months the year

will end.

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