weathered wooden porch in front of me,
uniform rails cut the sunlight into slats in the floor.
the left, towering walnut trees interlace branches,
forming criss-cross paths for squirrels to skitter over.
today no breeze rustles through the leaves, everything hangs in an eery silence.
the porch is deserted as well, the animals that sometimes pause to play are nowhere in sights.
a crumbly leaf drags across the porch, the last one in sight.
the empty spines of the trees huddle together as if for warmth.
the sound of a distant care makes its way through the forest,
the only evidence of the road just beyond.
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