Nicholas Petrone
Aug 31, 2018 · 2 min read

Fall begins to tickle the grasses

not autumn

fall —

the end of a way of life

of distant oceans and morning coffee scripture

of cooking dinner for 3 hours, 4 hours, forever

unhurried unaffected unwinding into afternoon jazz station or dusty dead bootleg

the end

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Nicholas Petrone

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Born Again Transcendentalist. Writing about life, death and everything in between.

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