The wind so harsh at dusk,
the dark clouds menacing,
even the dog
just wants to go home.
Our crosswalk
is so dangerous.
The red light, that guy
didn’t even slow down.
We’ll get hit one of these nights.
My neighbor’s magnolia tree
saddens me.
The frost returned
and its blossoms
turned black,
shriveled up,
fluttered to the sidewalk.
That sums it all up.
Shriveled, withered.
Things make no sense,
our world is coming to pieces.
I watch the dog,
sniffing at a clump of weeds.
He seems to be saying,
be patient, this too will pass.
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