Wind blows from the south and the north, the fall flower stands still. Semi trucks over saw dust up broken fire escapes, black cats behind the city. The power lines are always forgotten. Windmill hammered down and put together, when up they spin, when up they look like robots. Bright lights pass down the road behind you, the… Continue reading Indian Summer in Michigan
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