Leaves and dust

May, this year, has felt like November,
only with more light.

It’s like living in a new place, unsettled,
strangers raging against
something unnamed,
stuck on a theme

of misery bringing damp.

Walking home against the wind
it was all over the place. Leaves and dust
in my mouth.

© 2021 Copyright Rick Frame

I woke this morning hoping to write something lighter and more fun but I could not feel it when I remembered yesterday, walking in the wind.

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