"Mid-day graveyard walks"
Leaves fall like lovers in a battle long past
Sunlight melts in just the right places
Showing names I have never come to know.
Step lightly, calmly, gracefully.
Birds of blue, red, and black come,
and go as birds please
But not you,
you're here for the long run.
A slight breeze and I feel alive,
which is a little ironic, being here.
Rusty sounds from rusty fences
Leaves crunching under my sneakers
Every breath feel like an insult.
-J.Lajoie
Leaves fall like lovers in a battle long past
Sunlight melts in just the right places
Showing names I have never come to know.
Step lightly, calmly, gracefully.
Birds of blue, red, and black come,
and go as birds please
But not you,
you're here for the long run.
A slight breeze and I feel alive,
which is a little ironic, being here.
Rusty sounds from rusty fences
Leaves crunching under my sneakers
Every breath feel like an insult.
-J.Lajoie
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