acorn driveway
the driveway was scattered with acorns,crunching sound beneath my feet
as i make my way back to the road,
reminiscent of walking through the snow
winter days, up north
miles away, riding past an old laundromat,
on some days, you can smell the laundry detergent
right from the sidewalk
and we past the road that leads to thailand
10/10/13
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2013-10-14 at 00:10
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