A Walk Through the Neighborhood

Anguished leaves fall from above,
lamenting their golden finality. 

Vines weave lace doilies on the
cracked sidewalk that groans with
the passing of feet over its surface.

Prosaic wind attempts an escape
into firmament, but finds itself
tangled into golden hair instead.

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