by Scott Nolan
Everything has changed again.
I'm less rebellious it seems.
A mere three days have passed
since Labour Day
and me, here, in all white,
peacocking
at the local shopping mall
thinking about Werewolves of London.
Sandwiches and winter socks.
New sneakers sidestep birds
shitting from telephone lines,
moves like Fred Astaire.
Fall is in the air.
These knees ain’t talking right.
From:
Moon Was a Feather
Copyright ©:
2019, The Muses Company
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