I don't know how to answer
wind chases long dead leaves
like a bored dog running after
everything, when someone asks,
how are things? I don't expect
false promise scattered
like a murder just trying to survive
is there more hope in the city?
rude black pepper sneezed airborne.
sometimes it almost screams
everything is going to be fine
and then it isn't,
I think
and then it snows.
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