In leaves. I walk
On the rising yellow
Tide, lift my shuffling
Heels. There’s a crackle
In my ears. I can’t
Get over summer
Gone. The hills
Have been painted
Sunset for weeks.
Tree lined streets.
Red rivers of leaves
Weave down the asphalt.
Cresting waves
Chase after cars. I lay
Floating down the sidewalk.
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