by shaun lawton
after going on those
strolls upon the well worn
cobblestone sidewalks
of Marlborough St.
the pealing tolls
drift through the fog
spill into shapes
formed from memory
accompanied by distant
hushed whisper of the dead
come into me as darkness
dissolves into night
with five leaves left
out on the sidewalk
over in the morning
to reawaken again
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