Autumnal

The rain carries sand
I wipe the mud off my shoes
Yet leave my face wet
The walls drinking the season
I keep spring sewn on the skin
Outside, footsteps timed to the air
Smiles turned inwards
Tucked in pockets
The streetlight blankets a bird nest
Over a house half built


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