Friday, September 14, 2012

Thanksgiving

Roasted brown crisps
Perching upon a tree
Combing off remnants
In a boyish wind.
Down below
A cleaner groans
Of the endless fall.
Forgetting whose shade
Embraced him through
The summer's glaze
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