a shower of yellow leaves rain down on me,
at a crossroad in an unfamiliar city.
slick pavements wait in anticipation,
for the myriad lost in translation.
but my steps are careless and they stray,
from the beaten path to unfrequented pathways,
that have,for who knows how long,dreamed,
to feel anew the weight of human feet.
meandering aimlessly once again,
through this unnamed obscure lane,
on this evening,under a few scattered clouds,
two is company,the million left behind,a crowd.