The wind it tackles
the leaves and the litter
the leaves and the litter
the leaves and the past.

the sun it is drying
the paint and the puddles
the paint and the puddles
the paint of the past

I saw the bend coming
the bend was approaching
the bend in the road
that soon would be passed

I saw her look sadden
she feared I was leaving
the leaves and the litter
the pain and the past.

words and foto Tommy Carroll

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