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November 2, 2018


its a late fall afternoon

Im outside, walking, again

(my son is quite glad I do this

he says its very good for me)

from and to my office

like I always do about now

under a sky overcast by cloud

in rain, reluctant to fall

yet drizzling against my cheek

feet shmushing leaves

the trees have let go their grip

brilliantly orange and yellow

draining their colour on the grey

of these dull concrete slabs

beneath my steps


it is odd Im not despondent

am instead gloriously alive

first time in ever so long

I think Ive really



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