Old buddies….dying, drifting away
Hewed down…corn stalks in fading
Harvest Moonlight
A survivor… “Join Facebook, dude”
I hesitate….procrastinate…acquiesce
Instant friends….millionssssss…..
Soon I…………………….
Run afoul of… Murphy’s Law
Autumn’s façade… red overlaid gold
Bleeds upon Black clouds…Naked limbs
Frozen winds strafe my grave
And three corn stalks cling to earth
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