Winds,
wild and untamed,
sweep streets clean,
build piles of autumn debris in corners and under bushes.
Chaos,
build piles of autumn debris in corners and under bushes.
Chaos,
controlled and channeled
only by city streets,
settles and changes
settles and changes
as thickening fog rolls in
dampening the noisy world of reason.
“Weather is always unrehearsed.”
~ Marty Rubin
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