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May 10, 2024

November; gray and cold

Some days no matter which direction you go...

it seems it’s into the wind

north-wind, south-wind, east-wind, west-wind

a wayward wind

wind wind in my face

blowing dust all over the place 

it’s cold and unfriendly 

black leather jacket and warm knit hat

a shot of johnnie and that’s that 

here we are

wandering down the road again

trying to find the unfindable

reach the unreachable

wouldn’t know if I found it 

odd world odd people

here it is, glorious month of October almost gone already 

leaves just changed from beautiful to dead 

now it’s november heart full of gray and cold

the clocks have fallen back like an army in retreat

when night comes and it’s long, dark, and quiet