Tuesday, August 23, 2016


The wind changes
It blows north
It slaps the leaves barely hanging
dry and dark from the embrace of their mothers
while my long hair waves upward
with excitation and a touch so soothing
felt like an infant wondering freely
in the meadows of the ending summer breeze

A big calm smiles down upon my face
as I walk back home

on this serene and hazy night…

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