Tuesday, October 16, 2018

the down days make even the up days dark


nothing but halfway emotions
     expected
but never matching expectations
so i look again
to see if something has been missed
like maybe here comes the sun
even if the city is still sleeping
and the constant drizzle
     colder than yesterday

the trail is flooded
in dying leaves
the stir turns me around
in time to see two rain soaked jackets
walking along the curb
with one bible

the gold letters gave it away

--- e b bortz

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