between
tired and faded
buildings
stretched by
seasons,
a cobblestone
alley below
weaves past
broken windows
and weathered steps
to back door bars
and apartments
as newspapers
swirl in corners
while migrating
shoes walk through
yesterdays puddles
rippling reflections
of the sky above
from the basement
of today
- Author: shadow424 ( Offline)
- Published: August 6th, 2021 21:28
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