Day 25 PAD Challenge. Prompt: A "falling" poem.
falling, along with the leaves, unbridled,
golden, keys a-jingle in her
pocket, walking up, up, up,
above the skies, the rocking-horse
set in motion once more, winning
another trifecta on Riverdale Avenue, the
betting slips of the losers littering the
curb, along with cigarette
stubs and brown bottles halved,
angrily, in the dark, their
lovely necks so handy to hold,
hers, bowed over books, more
so, and still the golden
leaves fall, and fall, and fall,
leaving their imprints, wet, upon
the walk
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