Nowadays I’m standing at the edge of myself…

Nowadays I’m standing at the edge of myself
Though I can’t say what it means
Kicking a fallen apple in the street
Autumn full on

Yes I don’t know my true name
A small boy looks at me
From his yard
Both of us silent

Author: stevekuusisto

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