On the road to NovemberA Poem by CorsetOn the road to November Friday the 13th, November 2020 Starbucks, six car line waiting and watching the black birds in murmuration overhead from this distance they are all of blackbird, devoid of species. I wonder to myself "is that for me?" as I do, Two separate from the others and land together on the arm of a light pole directly ahead and facing me beneath a circle of undulating black. I thought it must be so. Wedsneday 11/18/20 Interstate 820 North, Wednesday at 9:22 am , a dirty white Volkswagen with its window sockets and number signs has written in white in shoe polish "I love Colleen" faded and barely legible, smiley face stickers and it's over sized Navy-blue rear antenna flag flapping eagerly in the breeze I take the next exit and we part ways. 11/22/20 The tree stands before me juxtaposed against the gray sky It's bare veined limbs reaching all over towns and country sides alike stretching as the lengthening food lines in every direction suicide, growing as lethal as the plague that brought it. Its name despair. © 2020 CorsetReviews
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