in the dark air a hint of smoke wraps like a scarf
around us, two hand in hand,
newly bundled with wool
and shuffling through the past
underfoot like so many dead leaves not raked.
dead leaves not raked
Sending poetry to the world
Sending poetry to the world
in the dark air a hint of smoke wraps like a scarf
around us, two hand in hand,
newly bundled with wool
and shuffling through the past
underfoot like so many dead leaves not raked.
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