Feature photo taken in Istanbul (Beyoglu), Turkey

Friday, October 21, 2022

Through darkness outlasting our sunshine,

It blinds those behind clouds,

And so it’s autumn…

The annual bottom—

When sunlight goes dim,

Sooner, leaves fall by their limbs,

They’re wet, rain falls like moods hymn,

We’re sad, singing tears drip,

Who cares, so few and we stare,

At trees, while Christmas lights bare,

Décor, but first we must scare,

These kids, and hope that night’s dry,

Or else—

They’ll get sick.

-Budd

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