Thursday, November 6, 2014

the bittersweet notion


bare feet to gray concrete
motionless upon the sidewalk 
I stand 
waiting 
on 
this
November morning 
outlines defined 
by the slight tremble of 
yellow leaves remaining upon somnolent trees 
waiting ....
in this startingly-crisp-spot-of-sun-upon-gray 
I can no longer remember for what ....
but I can imagine 
the who 

come find me 

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