What a mess it is
outside and under my mind
today biting
scratching to get in
Computers crashing
plastic plane toys scattered
pieces all
over the living room
napkins blowing by
newspapers rolling flipping
over down the road
The grating reverberations
of the industrial park
belch and saw mill through
an air rich with a thick vein
of fumes festering
garbage and acrid exhaust
But my that summer ending
wind is nice and reassuring cool
foretelling of a needed rain and
bearing aloft the warm safe
smell of grilled dinner and charcoal
An early fall wood smoke and
that electric hum is steady reliable
punctuated with the static
hiss of sporadic
cars traversing asphalt
The world is howling
in its dying
but i am in this moment
home
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