Way To Go Poem by William B. Deutscher

Way To Go

Way to go
up from here.
Living fast,
bleeding fear.
Nothing set,
state of flux.
Fragmented
bits of luck.
Park the car
and walk.
Sunday gloom,
idle talk.
Gray way
October blows,
windy
as you know.
In the news
nothing good.
Close the door,
if you would.

Saturday, February 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: october
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