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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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.
