Essay: Just Now

 

I feel like you friend. The autumn wind blows clouds about the sky. 

I feel like you friend. Grass turns brown. Leaves fall. 

I was young only a little while.

I feel alive in the blue morning, as if someone is about to visit. 

 

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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