the end of

the end of
september pretends
to know
something about
loss, sits down
at the piano
and struggles
with the blues


  1. Neeks

    I’ve been gone for several years, what a nice surprise to come back and see that you are still posting, still taking pictures, still going. This poem was lovely, as all of yours are.

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