Remembering Yesterday
A porch is buried
in wet leaves and broken twigs...
Quail scratch at the dirt
looking for a sign of life
in front of the empty house
A squirrel climbs high
while ladders rest against trees...
Fragrance of apple
greets me like yesterday's child
as I lean against old dreams
From grimy windows
I watch the breeze stir whirlwinds...
My thoughts spin like leaves,
as I rest my head against the glass
remembering yesterday
~
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