Free on the Breeze.
I found a long Rena hair in my car today; without a second thought, set it free- in the gentle warm fall breeze. Leaves began to stir; waving high in the tree tops, waving good-bye. Then starting to drop from the trees one by one, all ready, letting us know, that October almost here.
I should have kept the long red hair; safely tucked away, in hope to reunite it with its owner. I love you Rena.
T. Plotz
September,2,2014
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