Out of season the maple leaves fall
feathered with a blight that spares
green everlasting over the white picket fence:
Time between
the now of pain that comes thunderclap
amidst birdcalls, breezes
and the moment when it will
drift on three mindful breaths.
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Two retired professors, we heard school started today and have seen 6 yellow leaves.
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