PROSE POEM FOR OCTOBER

2 Oct

HokusaiSpring
From: Cannibal Haiku, it’s really cool I promise.

It’s October. Sunshine.

Sometime ’round now this city stops being a miserable Anglo-Saxon sea of basic black, blues and browns; sometime scarlet. The wearily persistent winter chill starts to give way as the Earth’s arse tilts toward the neighborhood star. Flowers bud and pretty girls are everywhere, wearing sandals and tossing their hair. People smile again.

All those songs of April from back in the old country, here they should write ’em about October.

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