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October Heat

October Heat This October boil has turned into a shocking corps of a tramp left in the unholy heat for days. Last time someone a had touched him was when a bairn in his mother’s arms. Those who handled him now wore gloves and facemasks. On the walkway old tourists sit they came here for a cheap holiday, been lucky, going home with a tan. But if they die alone at home, those who touch them will wear gloves and the coffin will be closed…what we know we do not need to see. Deluded sun is an actor who wants to speak all the line in the play and refuses to leave the stage. The public is restless, curtain is coming down, but this is his moment. Slow clapping and he says” I gave you summer so why do you forsake me now?”October sun is an old person who tries to be young feels he has much more to say, but do not see he is repeating himself. Give way now, let rain fall and clean the slate of the past, look out and enjoy how much of what you planted thrive.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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