outside the tree limbs sway
to the left - to the right
blow baby blow...
light spots on the windows
are simply reflections of
the distant light from within,
thoughts stampede the mind
like an old wild west show
and I see the end before the
beginning has even started,
leaves turned upside down
await the rain that will knock
them off the branch before
they can quench their thirst
rain baby rain...
horseshoe road encircle the
village before the residents
can be warned and the winds
blow with a fury, unleashing
the unforsaken into their midst
without checking any passports.
October 14, 2023
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