Falling walnuts, acorns

knock on pavement steps ahead

an older man out of time

in thick-soled walking shoes

from a big box store,


rambling in and out

sun shafts filtered

under huge October trees

through leaves on neighborhood streets

scattered with pine cones,


content now to boot them about

and ignore their mysteries,

imagine the fine bones, firm skin,

of the warm hand of the woman

who strolled with him

through the galleries of autumn,

and the usual cat on the jagged stone wall

that watched them



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