Just Another One of Those Poems.

autumn october sunday

it was a rainy morning

the air outside was chilly

in the afternoon

the sun tried to show,

fighting to shine

from behind

the clouded overcast

with patches of crisp

clean blue sky

the ipod played on shuffle

I stayed sober

drinking only water

eating cheese filled

green olives and peppers

sitting at the vintage writing desk

writing thoughts

the last year of my thirties

losing another job

with the balcony door open

that crisp cool autumn

october air

I stood

in the balcony doorway

looking out

over the quiet street

of lökkeveien

and the wooden houses

of Son - a small seaside village