Winterscore ©
Sunday, October 25, 2020
The maple tree is gone
The maple tree is gone
The crepe myrtle still there
Curtains drawn on doorways
The hedge could use more care
The keys no longer ours
After all these decades
Can you see the clay pots?
Quick, someone raised the shades
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