listening to the sound
of November in the air
chilled as I am out behind
the house where I grew up
growing roots now here
look to the moon and same stars
this possibility escapes me
trying to focus and take it all in
as well throw my bucket down
with a few coins and a wish
if it counts at all
the sounds blend and become
one hum and then becoming
the silence of tonight...
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