Autumn Scene
Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:
man with a limp
pauses.
his weary eyes,
wary,
survey that sky,
grimy gangling
fingers
fidget
buttons,
wind biting through
plaid jacket’s
worn fabric;
on, he hobbles
behind
shopping cart,
cluttered and dull,
left front wheel
shimmying,
sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2016
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