AUTUMN 7th August.
AUTUMN RUNS, A MARATHON RUNNER
INVISIBLE HE SCATTERS SHADOWS.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! WE WANT TO KNOW
NOTHING OF THE FIEND.
HE SCATTERS HIS DARKNESS HITHER AND
THITHER, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD
FOR OUR THIRST FOR CONSTANT LIGHT.
THERE, THE ROSE BUSH CURIOUSLY AS
ROSEY AS IN JUNE, HAS A SINISTER
SHADOW AT MIDDAY TO IT'S RIGHT.
THERE THE MAPLE LOOKS AS THOUGH
IT'S DIPPED ITS FINGERS IN RED INK,
THERE THE OAK HARBOURS DEAD LEAVES
AS A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN AND HER
FIRST GREY HAIRS.
EN ROUTE BACK TO TOWN.
AUTUMN'S FINGERPRINTS EVERYWHERE
THE LAMPOSTS A THIN DARK LINE
THE SEAGULL FLIES HIGH OVER MY HEAD
LEAVING HIS SOUL SEVERAL STEPS IN FRONT OF ME.
YES NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW AUTUMN.
. foutoux. copyright 7th Augut 2015.
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