The sluff of shoes on the sidewalk
So human, so hopeless
Trudging, to where?
Perhaps to a place
Where there are not so many leaves
And fall has yet to topple down
Little pale girl
Who rescued stray leaves
Look who you are
And who you can be
On the steps
I am hungry
And as my stomach growls
I detect in its tone
A reprimand:
"Next time, you fool,
Remember your key."
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