
On a bare street
a solitary soul.
Alone, with
pen and paper.
And a single thought.
Leaf on leaf,
these are the
days of autumn.
They should not
just pass by.

On a bare street
a solitary soul.
Alone, with
pen and paper.
And a single thought.
Leaf on leaf,
these are the
days of autumn.
They should not
just pass by.