air
air
air...

the fall comes
wearing a breeze,
charging like bulls
gorging my side

i see the green in trees
holding dearly
but i know
they will blush,

i muddle
to work
to home
to friends
and family

i slash the days
just numbers on the wall,

there's something
not sure
in a season
which seems so serious

an ode to
the familiar,
while the window gleams
from the moving air,

a glance
a glimpse
those who sit
those whp stare.

 
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