Morning Poem, Nov. 16, 2018

I watch the wind drive the smoke west from my neighbor’s chimney

Like tongues of fire

And listen to Marvin Gaye sing about getting it on

While I fry my eggs

My yard is covered in the leaves of the maples and oaks

Black with rain

I will get to them soon, I resolve

Next good warm day

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