Taylor McCrae Vague Unease
The smell of burning leaves stirs the memories
Each one in its own way,
A Still Life
Having no destination
They meander through
The Labyrinth of my childhood
Memories
Memories bringing back
The houses all facing the same direction
The double locked gates
The schools yellow brick, pockmarked, and chipped
And still
Concealed in the shadows
Of my memory
Eagles, Tigers, Wolves, and Serpents
Creep in
Growing with them a vague unease
Street lights come on
Instinctively relaxing
Certain of safety
His last voluntary movement
Provides no immunity
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