October Poem by N S

October



OCTOBER

With the dog at my side and blood in my ears, I cross the bridge
One foot in front of the other, heels dragging, stiffness in my limbs like a beetle
Eating up an old, weak tree
Stones, rounded and sharp, reach upward into the soles of my worn shoes
It is October and I can feel my punishment
Encroaching

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