thoughts of Winesburg, Ohio…

i am reminded of Winesburg, Ohio…Miller’s favorite tale…a different America…a different land…this one is foriegn…

yet…it is still a land where autumn is autumn…leaves fade …souls hunger…always…always…

this chill…frozen bones from unrealized dreams…could’ve would’ve should’ve…we never leave home…never…

it is 8:00 in the morning…coffee comforts…so does Whitman…do we seek solace there…of course not…

words no longer suffice…sentences become sound-bites…music…well…music…

i think of Winesburg, Ohio on this fall day…a Midwestern wind of poetry keeping me warm…maybe…one can hope…

winter is coming…

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