Sunday, September 30, 2018

Autumn 2018
















Autumn’s fog rolled in tonight,
Buoys clanged with danger warnings…
Amplified wind tremors,
Echo again, most every morning.

Electric static smells like Ozium,
NOAA has me in their sight…
My response is jumping into bed
And hugging my dog at night.

Each day awakening still alive,
I celebrate life under a roof…
There is a guilt in my survival
Walking past a neighbor's truth.

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