500 pages later
On a rainy Sunday
I still don't know who he is
His name, Jack Fate, or
Yeah, it changes everyday
I guess that's show-biz
But it's there for sure
Gazing into a glass door
It's fall. You're planting bulbs
For reward in Spring's resolve
A warm day for Autumn Leaves
When Spring comes, I'll believe
I knew this day in a way
Like a man I don't want to know
Everybody should be free, yes
So let it bleed or let it be, I guess
I'm going to continue reading on
Listening to keep on keeping on
Hands on fire at the guitar
In Minnesota, baby, I'm a star
Grew-up around iron all of my life
Selling custom iron gates to feed a wife
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 19, 2025
#shakespeare #america #Shakespeare'sAmerica
#new #poem #poetrycommunity #writer #writing #amwri̇ti̇ng #october #fall #autumn #poetry
No comments:
Post a Comment