raked away…

autumn has passed…
leaves swept away…
the sound of lawn-mowers…
auburn piles sprinkled on a yellowed green…
those left behind…whithered…

their colors i miss…
reds golds yellows olive….
rustling sounds of rakes in frontyards…
children laughing…
dad’s sneak a beer…

we would drive in-search of fall’s new hues…
bare branches were found…
other limbs full…lush…
the wind did it’s job…
scattering….

not a word was said…
car purred…
milage tickin’…
Bill Evans played…On Green Dolphin Street…
an occassional sigh…

you ‘member that fire…,you said…
yes…i do…
whole damn forrest burned to the ground…
it did…
yep…it did…can’t escape death….

no pop…you can’t escape death…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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