View From My Window
First Day of the Month
It is the first day of a new month
a month I have never loved
it is beginning to get cold
the sidewalks are starting to have
more cracks in them than they used
to,
the wind moves sharply at my
back,
pushing me forward,
past the garden gnome in the neighbor's
lawn,
past the library,
up to the front steps to your
porch.
a month I have never loved
it is beginning to get cold
the sidewalks are starting to have
more cracks in them than they used
to,
the wind moves sharply at my
back,
pushing me forward,
past the garden gnome in the neighbor's
lawn,
past the library,
up to the front steps to your
porch.
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First Day of the Month
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