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postal

 

Brisk walk, windchill

Leaves paint shadows on the sidewalk

A small flock of sparrows flit away

Avoiding my footfalls

A book tucked under my arm

I think of you fondly

It's the distance

Sending signals across the pond

Marred by fatal crossings

 

 
Written by asbr808 (Anthony R)
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