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Day 54

The wind picked up

 

all the baggage scattered in the room

out on the street,

and, swirling or in great gusts,

 

carried it off.  

 

Air yourself out. 

Open your heart like the windows to

a fall breeze of change. 

 

And the clouds in the east were purple

as the sun set,

leaving only the rest to sort through. 

100poemsMegan Bowser