Off to School


Leaves kissing the ground on a brisk November morning.
Our winged friend scurry south in
Brace of the white wall to come.
A chilly wind sweeps in,
The hairs on
Their neck rise in attendance,
Saluting the guests as it fades into oblivion.
Steam from fresh coffee is pulled from its vessel,
Wafted away by the break of dawn.
The Daily Gazette is a pace away.
Crystallization of water vapors seal the paper
To the tar beneath a pair of loafers.
A few drops of warm brew sizzle
As they deconstruct surrounding ice particles.
A singular wave is targeted at the yellow tanker
As the printed words of the day are
Cradled on the trek to safety.

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