September Walk
a poem
Published in
1 min readFeb 21, 2014
Chipmunks chatter
on their branch above,
teenagers gossiping
of homework and love.
Silver bullet slash
of a passing car,
dry leaves skittering,
scattering far.
Walking shoes carry me
into the street,
September crunches
beneath my feet.
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