Down street-strand alleyway,
walking – fluorescent green ‘n navy -;
gone now, in the space of
sentences ‘n leaf-litter
o’er blowing…
A chain pushed/pulled; again,
the cold wind lifts these leaves
of grass. Avast a moment –
warmth waits in the
gustless silence…
On four paws
padding passed’s
the inkless line.
Image credit – Videohive
william altoft 