the end of

the end of
september pretends
to know
something about
loss, sits down
at the piano
and struggles
with the blues
.
20200930:0018
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2 comments

  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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