David Bose Poet Free verse

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.

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