a flurry of gold leaves
sails past
whirling into
and then out of
the sunlight streaming
between the buildings
everyone is in a hurry
eyes fixed on phones
headsets on
no one talking
only wind sound
and the dry scrape
and tumble of autumn
skittering down the curb
Tom Spencer © 2018
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
a flurry of gold leaves
sails past
whirling into
and then out of
the sunlight streaming
between the buildings
everyone is in a hurry
eyes fixed on phones
headsets on
no one talking
only wind sound
and the dry scrape
and tumble of autumn
skittering down the curb
Tom Spencer © 2018
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