1st post.
Family
A close stranger.
Clumped by fate's hands and fights.
A circus of clowns.
AI
Everyone-- replaced.
What are [you] without employment—
Error without worth.
The First Winter
Gaze into the gray
clouds; dandelions bellow down.
Muffled by windows.
Leaves
Red, yellow, green
It all turns brown—falls.
Dead—crunch.
On a Rock, I see
The ground split open,
fire raining; gold and ember.
Fall coming alive.
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