Through

Posted on September 30, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

Morning light painting in gold
City sidewalks underfoot
Buildings tall and straight
Silent story of the past
                   Inked with deeds and decisions
                   Written with openings and closings
                   Punctuated with successes
                   Bound in sturdy books
Studied pages of time fading
No room for their library
Footprints in the dust
Memories rising in the sun

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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