Friday, November 1, 2013

Let it blow, redux


November clears his throat
Fiddles with an ear flap cap on
the porch, here to deliver news
October just couldn’t say, the coward

“Out with it, man”, but I already know
It’s the hem and the haw
I can’t stand

Bad news duly delivered
December, certainly January
Will sweep in
Cold, officious fuckers
steering me in circles, but
November, only a messenger
Left behind this howling wind
A torrent to lean into
Hurtling, headlong

Once again
on tireless legs
the world a blur
so real it takes
my breath away. 

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