Innocent bystander

On a sidewalk where song only shakes stained glass

Between breakfast and lunch on Sundays

Rooted in the churchyard cemetery, hung over

A brick wall built to keep out unbelievers

A tree hands me a note on a blood red leaf

Soul skeletons are attempting an escape

Unwilling to be an accomplice to a prison break

I throw the leaf back over the wall

And “Let the dead bury their dead.”

10-24-21