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An angry fall

Sleet on the windshield
The road’s first glaze of ice
A Van Gogh vortex of winds
Vacuums up colour
Spews greyness

The Maple Leaf flag whips, rips, then sails
Hold onto your hat!

Do that windy pantomime
As you grope the door handle
Hah! Inside at last!
(As it slams behind you in a fit of pique)

Just get me in bed
Plug in that blanket
Bring me a tea
And, in the morning,
Pretty Please
Would you just
Warm up those long johns
And fill up that travel mug with something nice and hot.



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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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