a late october night

October 26, 2018 by Michael Guerin

beneath yellow streetlamps
damp oak leaves glisten
stuck on pavement
like confetti.

summer parties long over
we walk in elemental silence
where everything worth saying
hangs by a thread.

each step pulls us further
from your dormant house
shuttered to meet
the impending cold.

up ahead a pickup truck
speeds down the narrow lane
with high beams
blinding both our faces.

my exhaled breath lost
without a trace.

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