Autumn Steps


An old man stirs.

The hourglass turns. 

Brisk winds and cracked sidewalks. 

Hands stuffed in pockets.

Scent of rain.

 Walking under summer’s memory. 

Blazing remnants—crimson, rust, marigold—

Falling to his feet. 

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