autumnal morn (Fort Wayne 2019)

looking out at trees which are now nearly empty…few colors remain…rust and golds clinging to limbs by old Saint Pat’s…making me wish my soul was saved…

and on the ground grass is still green…leaves in piles by Saigon…an Asian sweeps the sidewalk…I wish him good morning in English…he nods and smiles…nods and smiles…

the air gives us breath…we all take it in…

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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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