The Moment

 

The Moment

Now I am seeing that winter
across the busy and discrete street -
The leafless poplars, the rustling sounds
when I stepped on the fallen leaves
So quiet. 
Each sound was spelled out crisply
and the smell, a mixture of decaying
of decomposing,
with the last fragrance
of Life
 

Once, I was there
I was also absent-minded as I am now
sitting in a car
in the rain
in a city where I am becoming
a stranger

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