Once
Green now
brown. Wrinkled,
crinkled, glide to the
ground. Like the many
folds of time is space
with the back and
forth of various
choices made.
Autumn is
ours for
n
o
w.
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Clever. You do do poetry well. Tweeted.
Thank you. (smile)