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[sonicsatellite]

88 degrees in the middle of november?
i want heavy jackets!
and sweaters under that!
and peacoats!
i want to see my words
escaping my mouth
and off into the night air somewhere.
goddamn you, los angeles!

well, somehow this poor excuse
for an immune system
has caught me a cold
anyway.
because i guess it wants
a season other than summer
as bad as i do.
and so now i bundle up
while others wear shorts.
and shorter sleeves.

yesterday i was driving the streets.
oh, the trees were so tall on both sides.
and red.
and yellow and brown.
(i thought again
-as i often do-
about how much i admire trees)
i wanted a camera.
but then i thought
a camera
might ruin a moment like this.
just be quiet.
just try not to disturb anything.

so there i was in my car.
with enough clothing to warm
a city.
and still freezing.
the leaves were coming down hard.
i just remember leaves and leaves
everywhere.
and i remember wondering how they kept falling.
how the branches never got bare.
because they just fell endlessly.
covering cars
and streets.
and homes.
falling
&falling
forever
like snow.
like it was
really
the middle of
november.