day 253

as the main event approaches,
opening act performs,
wind gusts strew branches
rain plummets down.

the air smells like
damp pine needles
mixed with hot chocolate
and hope.

walking the streets full of abandon
the human quiet is edible,
cars drive with purpose
as the wind sings.

9.10.17

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