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autumn comes carelessly
on cold feet. drunk and dancing.

stripping away all green -

flirts like love fleeting. bursts
a moment in passion and color
then in the slightest wind falls

and fades a brittle death.

i am a forest who believes too much
in leaves and indian summer feeling
"maybe the strange warmth is spring

leaping spryly ahead
of a self-absorbed winter"

but my roots know better.

this love has been october-touched
and soon I must let go.
-Pat Blackman

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