Sunday, October 5, 2014
Glory-bound, leaf-capering October:
you forge streets fit for a daunting king
but make way to burnish a young girl's brown hair;
the death of leaves you make an offering.
To breathe your unadulterated air
is to be both drunk and sober.
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