bySenna Jawa©

the blowers sweep piles of leaves off the sidewalks
they humble the loud truck engines
i set the volume higher

i listen to Duke

Descartes missed by a mile
thinking is a distant
runner up to being


overtook my time
like about
the diff


and being in love
and my winter approaching fast

i know the answer

the palette
from crazy
to aching for years

the blowers on the sidewalks don't let up
and i listen to jazz

Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©

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