autumn at the beach

BeachHuts

Haunting
Beach towns
In the vacant
Autumn nights
I wonder if my
Footsteps make noise

My passage evaporates
With so much breeze

The chill
My leather jacket and scarf
Collude to make me
Invisible

I pad down the leaf-strewn sidewalks
Wondering if I’m actually
Touching the concrete
Or if I walk elevated across
A cushion of autumnal chill

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