fires of autumn

Poem #27 from Small Town Kid

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on the nature strip
in front of each house
leaves are raked into small heaps
below the exposed branches
of a long street lined with naked elms

the crumpled sheets of yesterday’s news
are inserted
to the centre of each
yellow gold and brown pile

cold stillness awaits
the striking of a match
and the rising taste of smoulder

the time has come
let the fires of autumn
be lit


© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 28: at easter

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