My Block 3 or I see these clouds in dreams
A rocking chair on my front porch
The sun has relinquished its reign
To the rain. For a little while this
bad side of town is a poor mans therapy
No couch needed
Just that creaking
Of my chair riding uneven red slats
To no where in particular
June winds that buffalo through the leaves
Of tulip poplars and black locusts standing
At attention under a counterclockwise sky
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in the cyclonic flow of a low pressure swirl
I’m really enjoying your work.
Feels like I’m with you on that front porch.
Really into this one, J
This makes me wish I could write poetry
i know towns like this. lovely <3
. . .buffalo through trees”.
The image is perfect. Poem that surrounds it is pretty perfect, too.