Streets of Gold
They’re racing down the brick streets
shimmering golden in the morning sun –
a glittering, heavenly boulevard.
Whipping winds flush forward
chattering leaves along the lawns
swirling through the alleys and byways
cluttering the teeming gutters
that line the wealthy’s stately homes.
Into this melee he makes his strike.
These toys of nature his quarry.
Red streak snapping and dancing
flowing ghostly with the breeze
along a golden mystic byway
shaded in the mists of time.
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