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red lightstoo many people shoutingwaiting for darkness
"Sorry, Bob Dylan--I can state with certaintyI have no answers."
my world brightenedby the death all around me--Fall in New England
these dayscan be unsettlingnow that tables have turned
eyes cannot focusdarkness takes overas everything disappears
rain all nightparched ground drinks deeply--even the streets have no puddles
September squirrelsreadying for winterin northern Maine
Autumnencourages me:listen to the crickets
in the back yardthe final mow catches rainthe smell of wet grass
above the demonsAutumn encourages me:listen to the crickets
feel free to enjoybut i'll not foul my coffeewith pumpkin spice
horseradish--all the slugs on the leavesevery morning
the food is greatbut i wouldn't want to live there--Los Angeles
shaking in the aira worm in a crow's beakthere then gone