October weather

Wind on wire seagull’s blare

chimney pots & what not


I settle into morning.


Somehow it seems

summer’s never been


rain falls in grey sheets of nobody.


I’m alive in the darkness of this

fate belong’s to me


unravels random twists.


I’m not done yet: ought to be

but the blank page beckons


& I surrender.

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