Legions of leaves stoke
armadas,
burning autumn coronas
around everything
that speaks a different language than you.
The pile of televisions
stutters to itself
and telemundo sails off--
a midnight ride
to tell the world
about how theory
can stop a revolution...
and the sun-bleached weather-dead land of southern california agrees.
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2 comments:
Hi drook, I love this original take on fall. The last line is killer!
Bob
Thanks, Bob
I'm trying to reach out to other messages, but not pleased at all with the first two lines... so I feel like I should spend more time with it, maybe make it longer or something.
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