This Is Joe Public Speaking!
What the Numbers Tell Us
In the middle of October
The autumn will settle fully here.
What foliage is falling inside?
I'm sitting near the window.
A steaming coffee mug
Is sipping me blissfully.
The iron clouds are screaming Brecht,
Despite the present skyline apathetic.
In winter, her lively skin
Was incarnate in the bracing winds.
In springtime, her warmest eyes
Descended from the giving sun.
Now, her color is huddled
In bushels over trees,
The beauty of the humbled barren greens.
Opposing every algorithm calculated,
She continues unfurling,
Covering everywhere.
- 10/1/19