Undergarments
The undergarments rustled with sound nearby
Yellowed and stained from the year gone by
Beginning final travel
Drifting in the wind
Outlines left on walkways and cement
Changing canopies reducing shade
Raked piles
Smells of fall
As the undergarments rustled nearby
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2025
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