15 Pews

The Garment District Overnite City trucks slowly rumble along the street Dust Dirt DNA All powerhosed What's left suspends like your aura Perfume lingering Forgiveness falling, gliding almost unseen a golden leaf deep in the forest Resting among fellow leaves Experienced in changing seasons Cautious but not fearful Cautious but not fearful 15 Pews The backward glance the morning cast Without regret on midnight past And lives now strewn to what may be Where once the stars shone bright for thee Must gather centuries eternal dust For only darkness, graveyards trust The whistling wind, her tall tales told Of demons, dragons, warnings scold Where earthly altars blessed the few That knew their place…….the fifteenth pew