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Fly Through
Falling… and crumpling confused frondescence breaks from topiary home-branches dirtying the darkening paynes laden sky top.
Botanical blades dragging, abrading anemic selves against sandpapered sidewalk ways to no where, billowing up cracked cement walls bearing barred first floor windows.
Up a level or so’s a male silhouette, rising from a Georgian wing chair. Gispert set between index and middle, Johnnie Walker dangling from all five in a lowball glass.
Pacing, stopping, going, looking down.. Down two-three floors across to a similar sandpaper side walk way leading to (the same) no where, stopping for no one, but for wind, only then will they stop. And wait. For their next fluttering escape.
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Often, I feel like a lone leaf, floating through life with no real direction or purpose. So, the leaves in this poem are a small representation of myself, flying down the street, going only where the wind takes them.