burning bridges

leaves falling,
air cooling, scent of
burning bridges.

he is not ready
to give up
yet.

he’ll give it until the weekend,
long enough to let another storm blow through,
and he’ll wait to see what’s still standing
before he lights his last match.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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