November 16th, 2020
November
November is remembering our beloved dead, dia de los muertos and dead veterans, dead friendships and dead leaves, dead ground under icy snow sheen. Curling leaves and changing relationships, spooky music still on the radio, closing car doors and whispered secrets, single-digit-week ultrasounds of summer children now well on their way to grown; flown birds streaking by, sky in monochrome. Alone in the wind.
Votes counted and confetti settled, the past keeps coming up, future untethered. Hope maybe nears? Winds of change keep blowing through and through and injustice rages on.
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OK so that was dramatic but it’s what I had as I logged in here to clear out 923874957892704 SPAM COMMENTS. I’m sure I’ll be back for end of year if not Christmas Eve proper :).