Fall
September sun,
casting gold on the still-green trees,
their shadows banded across the asphalt.
A sudden blotch of red glitters
on the striped road.
Closer still—
a squirrel’s tail,
sparkling with quiet persistence.
September sun,
casting gold on the still-green trees,
their shadows banded across the asphalt.
A sudden blotch of red glitters
on the striped road.
Closer still—
a squirrel’s tail,
sparkling with quiet persistence.
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