The Streets of His Childhood
He skipped up the streets
of his childhood days
No vehicle honked
nor sluggish dog lay
Picket fences swung open
no locks on their gates
Deserted shops covered
their wares with their Fates
He dabbed at his cheek
a pool of tears forming there
As the Breezes fell silent
and the Sun did not care
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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