black friday

Black Friday

Autumn leaves

 

the final smell of roses

late autumn wind

trams clank machinery and

waft bygone ages at me.

I’m thinking about excess

consumerism

all those Black Friday bargains

unwanted

shelves full of unread library books

piles of fallen leaves

and where does snow go?

no… not those last three.

when our needs are met, we look to art

we’re shopping instead