Secret Ingredients
Fall
draped across the yard
a patchwork of autumn leaves
quilted by the wind
–
november air-
bronzed oak leaves
litter the ground
Trains
down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train
–
a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow
Devotion
black leather collar
tight around my neck lying
prostrate at your feet
–
cold stone-
village pews
stand empty
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