swallow’s puddles

leaves flutter from eyes
in melt of autumn

rust’s brushed the walks
outside pickets guarding
empty homes

and i,

they say all the stronger for it-
can’t help but folding
hands up weak,

parked on bench
littered shadow’s

these streets,
leave their footprints
on any ghost they

in i,

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