15 of 31. October 29

It is raining on Avenue C.
The walk to Fine Fare is slick
and grey,
the birds are still out,
though it’s almost November.

“It’s not too cold,” Laura says,
while they chirp under dripping
shopping carts,
“but it’s almost November
they should have left by now.”

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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