Fence Posts

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On pale November morn,

we listen to the cadence of our footfalls

as they rustle dry leaves

along this old familiar pathway.

We speak in cryptograms,

as we tick the weathered

fence posts of our years.

We pause a moment to linger

in this judgment-free zone,

as we walk familiar path

on this pale November morn.

© Ginny Brannan 2014