Autumn

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                     l  l

                              in

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in love isn't so much

(falling) as paying 

attention to what pulls

you  t  o  w  a  r  d  s  

someone else.

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    a

       l l

           in

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water can echo or storm,

babble and breathe quiet

but either way, moving is best--

(sitting still makes for stagnant,

and one can't have that.)

f

         a                   l       i

                    l                     n

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l                         v
          e      a                   e               
                                                 s

are turning slowly,
moving--yes--towards change,
a season of quiet
like gentle green blankets
laid out on the lawn.

I welcome the shhhhhh.....
of the leaves
and look to the day
six weeks hence--when those
same trees, barren and bare,
will leave a winter view,
unimpeded by All That Green
so I can pay
attention to what pulls
me towards falling
all
         over
                    again.