Driving

Summer’s dying breath propels the withered leaf

    from August’s shimmering Aspen.

 It pauses in quivering indecision on the   

    Tundra’s naked window.

 Clinging, compressed, it spreads its ragged edges,                  

    clutching feebly the slippery glass . . . hesitating.

 Velocity finally exhales it . . . over the cab roof.

 Blowing down the street, joining its partners –

      driven on their merry way.

Author: Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.

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