September 23, 2008
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Today is the first day of fall,
The radio, the newspaper announces.
The mere word instills
Trees aflame with color,
Wind whistling, lulling me to sleep,
Leaves succumbing to gravity--
Caressing my face as they tumble downward.
All wrapped up with the scent of a cut-up pumpkin,
The feel of its slimy innards…

The illusion snaps,
And I realize, as I feel the blistering heat,
The sweat pooling on the small of my back
As I listlessly kick at a soccer ball
That fall is still a long time a coming.

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