Saturday, November 3, 2012

early dark

cold wind blowing

fading orange sky

between gray bands of clouds

the lights come on

in the apartment windows

as I head to my last home

following the day into the West

as I trail all the memories

that constitute my identity

behind me

flying like the dry leaves

in the evening of dust

before what morning of light...

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