Basking in the memory
I stroll for a mile
eyes heavy
head bent low
yet a faded smile
at the corner of my lips
and an arch on my brow
Leaves changed, green to yellow
yellow to orange and back to green
mono to dialogue to conversations
black to red my hair, though nothing lack
I walk picking stones that before I have seen
am I retracing or going farther away
reach out and hold my capricious heart
and turn away, away from that insipid shack