Forty-first Saturday, from Raleigh, NC, one week late*

Sweep of brown oak leaves

Rustling along red walkway

Past black café chairs.

Apple muffin crumbs.

Small brown birds hop hopefully.

Steam rises from tea.

Sun bounces off glass.

Brick-paved plaza’s split in two —

Light here, shadow there.

*because I only just located them, that’s why

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