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Nov 2015
This morning,
my father and I
chased leaves together
after we argued for an hour
on relationship complexities.
And after a while of paved palms,
he bellowed with a fistful of yellow,
when you waver with the wind,
things will fall in your favor.

Since this morning, the wind
has been wavering Eastward.

© Matthew Harlovic
Waver with the wind.
Matthew Harlovic
Written by
Matthew Harlovic  27/M/Oak Park
(27/M/Oak Park)   
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     Maddie Renee and Olivia Walters
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