State Street in November

        by Marc Pollitt

I chanced to stroll, one Autumn day,
along a narrow city street
where cobble-paved sidewalks
marched past curious shops with curious names.
And I remembered having walked there before,
you by my side, on summer afternoons
when nothing mattered on the day
but laughter and conversation;
then, later, a tumultuous game of cards
accompanied by chilled coffees in
tall, sweating glasses.

 

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