no wile, no rile
still I stare
It used to toss the fallen leaves
its streets, mine, too
It’s true it don’t move me anymore
I see quieter things
where I wish they were where
It is instead
I am instead
quiet
like a woman betrayed glares
like a child denied
like a dog forgotten, forlorn my stare
carries the air I’ve forbade myself
within these haughty walls
