Strolling Path

Tearful winds mark the spot
where feet stopped
and the howls drowned
beneath the midnight traffic,

Wrapping well-travelled legs
in spinning leaves
scented with a love that
darkness knew too well,

Leaning on threatening clouds
crying like a tableau
shorn from an unkempt head
that rattles with lost verse,

Here, where dreams awoke and
faith stepped out the
open door without a lock,
Endless concrete path,

Tearful winds mark the spot
where feet stopped
and the howls drowned
beneath the midnight traffic.

strolling path

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