Wednesday, November 22, 2023


because I am contained,
for the moment,
at the intersection
of cinder block walls
and LED lights,
I push my vision
into the middle distance
where lack of focus
allows me to see
puddles and sunshine
competing for dominance
in a November world.
I replace the electric hums
of this inside world
with fooling winds,
which come in slowly
but still sting with cold.
my dry, warm, feet
feel the shifting
layers of sodden leaves
and I slip
and find myself
with pencil in hand,
and coffee that has cooled
and time
has passed.

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