Frost gathered on dying leaves
peoples pace quickened to their destinations.
Gordon recognized T.S. fumbling with his tobacco pouch leaning on a frost bitten brick wall.
It had been years since they had last seen one another
and instead of getting into the entire name change on the street
Gordon and Wonder invited T.S. up to the apartment.
Wonder put on a pot of tea
and T.S. rolled a long skinny joint.
He was in town reacquainting himself with his old digs.
He was accumulating material for the book that he'd been writing for the last ten years.
while Wonder blended her different herbs for the tea
Gordon quietly let on how he had changed his name and directed T.S. to address him so.
1 comment:
I gotta say, this writing is lifting right off the page, these old live's folding over on themselves like a trusty pair a Stanfield work socks standing up by themselves, melting the frost right outta those nose hairs
Fraser
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