Dirge
Cold autumn purge
Cold freezing surge
By this front porch
Not much to notch
By these suburbs
See the blank kerbs
Watch the lone street
Where no one meets
Not much to say
No face today
Closed doors wary
Cold air lonely
Not much to see
What yet may be
Grass verge now airs
Cold autumn flair
A dirge seeds cold
Seize wit that folds
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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