Down This Street, This Day



Poem from The Living Dark

The hint of yellow

in September light,

the first chestnuts

littering the sidewalk,

my heart beating

after the run,

then walking beneath

the green cover of leaves

in the last warmth

of summer’s end;

it’s taken so long

searching for my own life

what a nice surprise

to come upon it suddenly

down this street, this day,

right here where I live.

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