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Sonnets From Other Lives: Alain

Outside on the street the wind bites shrewdly.
Alain tucks his head into his collar
& shuffles north into the wind. He’s rudely
reminded winter will be here. A scholar
of climatic prognostication,
with a specialty in arthritic barometrics,
Alain has had aching indications
that snow is imminent. He’ll need to get his
apartment re-supplied for the duration.
Golden maple leaves are swirling now
in the evening air. The tintinnabulation
of a rolling ashcan lid somehow
makes perfect sense to him today.
Everything will someday blow away.