a thousand hands
reach out it seems,
tears and fears and
broken dreams
flow through cold
concrete city streets.
a Loonie offered
to
cleanse my conscience
on these autumn
nights -
the calls of too
many,
too many plights
amassing next to blue BFIs.
2 comments:
Liked this very much. An urban view of Autumn. Thoughts when feeling sorry for the annual death of leaves.
Thank you, Anthony!
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