clouds scuttling by so fast, there's hardly a how-do-you-do
wet leaves twisting past my window, one stuck
the colour I loved then
snatched away
wind humming eery tones in corners and recycle bins with glass
careening over tinkling, high sirens in the distance
adding acoustics and worry
to the bedlam
the low north blows, tumult of a blast approaching
children all over town planning and pleading, snow
adding mine in - please God, please
that would mean
calm
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