©2022 Michael Raven
my words fallen deaf
dead leaves from
winter trees clacking
raw bone bare breeze
grey painted with snow
in the cold below
words never believed
anyway, ignored street bums
loitering for warmth
in busy skyways as you
purpose-driven walked by,
trying as you might
to avoid catching my eye
sceadugenga 
This scans really well, and is quite a challenging read as it reminds me of how we struggle to move in our isolation and of how close we always are to the fall.
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Thank you, Chris.
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