Posted in Poetry


the weather changes my mind
as many times before
i resigned the raincoat and boots

and even though i thought
i understood yesterday
my mind conspicuously changes.

all i know is vacancy
clueless about being me
spare change abandoned on the sidewalk.

should you find it
keep it and have some fun
this thresholds absent of shelter’s gun.

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