A dull roar.
Leaves on the curb
swirl twist and kiss--
they dance
on a chilled October day.
The bus presses on,
a dull roar spurring life
into dead yellow.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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This is one of my favorites. I like the grittiness and the realism.
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