Pocket Fiction

Harvest Moon

Published September 25, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Harvest Moon

On the city street.

How’s that work?

You reap what you sow,

That’s how.

It comes back to haunt you,

Visits when you can least afford it.

As you rise to the pinnacle,

What you sowed in your reckless,

feckless youth,

Revisits you.

And the rules have changed,

Now, you’re stuck

With what you did.

And you can’t get away from it.

There’s a swarm of stories and

Innuendo.

The more you fight and deny it

The greater the whirlwind,

You have no choice,

You are the example that

history made.

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