The Yellow Window Frame
Walking in a luster of brown and gold.
Leaves crunch underfoot.
Maple syrup and chimney smoke smells a-wafting through the streets.
A chilled amber Marzen waits on the yellow window frame.
Leaves crunch underfoot.
The smell of the pigskin pressed against my nostrils.
A chilled amber Marzen waits on the yellow window frame.
I watch my wife take a sip, a break from pie-making.
The smell of the pigskin pressed against my nostrils.
Maple syrup and chimney smoke smells a-wafting through the streets.
I watch my wife take a sip, a break from pie-making.
Walking in a luster of brown and gold.
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