curled gold and copper
lies
under
trees new bones
autumn is a happy death
when
the
sun
shines
i walk my boots
thru its orange clots
past
the
graveyard stones
allotments wild squares
fire station
school yard
and
the secrets of silent daytime houses
under
a
sky
of huge boat cranes
from www.goldsinjewels.co.uk
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