Autumn leaves

Step-for-step over-and-over

I take leave of our house and

Walk down purgatory, past hell,

And veer towards paradise* 

Across cobblestones 

And gravel pathways, 

Occasionally I trip over 

Sunken tombstones of

long forgotten dignitaries

hidden under autumn leaves

(The street corner I live on is "Purgatory" and there is a small alley with houses called "Holle" and the cathedral at the end of the street has a section called "Paradise" so the story above is not a metaphor.)