WHAT IS OCTOBER










a


little


rain





a


little


shine







this is the sort of poem that has to be found at the right-time, otherwise there are millions out there and I could be one who sez aloud: what in the world does he think it's all about out here, we're hurting, we're broke, we've just been fired, the hospital visit sucked, the snow tires can't be found, the puppy made a mess on the floor, the day's going to the dogs and rain, and the donuts were stale and nothing hurts more than a stale donut Sunday morning, so get this itsy-bitsy stupid poem out of my face. And you dare it anyway.