September dribbles - 14


The standpipe leans
A little, not a lot,
And air that once was hot is blowing cold.
He watches while the trailing flies grow old
Then gives his thanks for shoes
For ground to sit on
Standpipe leaning
Wit to see.
Once, long ago, he dreamed
He’d grow old too

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