OctPoWriMo Poem 8 – Boston

What red-rose bricks
Sigh beneath your footsteps?
What cavalcade of golden leaves
Swirl around your ankles?

Do you still walk the streets of Boston?

Does the gold light of autumn still
Catch the white church steeple
On early October evenings?

Which heart crashes into your heart now,
If not mine?

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