Normally, the promise of a Saturday liquid with sunshine draws him
But the smell of burning leaves stirs his memories
Yellow leaves burning unattended
Gangs of young men follow,
Enclosing a playground bare of equipment
Fences here are little more than fragments
He takes the hpahazard path
His safe reutrn will, degenerate to recriminations and apology
He is taking overtaken by sudden guilt he has left no mesesage for his wife
In the last voluntary movement of his life
He enters his home to see his unimpressed,
Concerned wife
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