where walkers and bicyclists
share the streets with drivers
who seem frantic within their sealed
enclosures like tombs on wheels
while I with hands in pockets
stroll to greet my lover at the
coffee shop we visit
every day we watch the Liquid Ambers
pursue the change of seasons
green to red to gold
then bare except for spiny seed pods
before the early Spring
it's Autumn now although the weather doesn't know it
and everything
everything
is just right
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