Returning here I find
dead leaves of the years
piled up against a second entrance.
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Catwalking hodman –
on his ascending trapeze
shoulders house upon house.
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Menacing the sky –
a bee buzzes
deep in in business.
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Gathered by
Salvation Hall –
Grannies, all.
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A golden leaf –
another leaf, falling,
such a great tree laid bare.
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