A Seasoned Walk – October 18, 2019

Terra-cotta fall.

Soft and somber,


Until the crunch.

Moving slower

Drifting hand in hand

No where to go,

Or to be.

Past turning around.

Stirring my imagination,


Tangled in a stare.

For a split second,

The reflection is clean.

Can’t erase the beauty

I’ve just seen.

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