traipsing through scattered leaves
leaving the quiet, sleeping town
moonlight shows a new path
leaving firm ground behind
the call has come many times before
but never with such varied watercolors
glowing in the growing dark
no sounds heeded or needed
the rest has been washed way
like a vivid dream forgotten upon waking
looking forward without seeing clearly
what could be is still better than what was
The Word Rummager 
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