by shaun lawton
after going on those
strolls upon the well worn
cobblestone sidewalks
of Marlborough St.
the pealing tolls
drifting through the fog
spilled into shapes
formed from memory
accompanied by distant
hushed whispers 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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