It must be fall
Since there’s a spring
In our steps
Despite the heaviness
All around us
The earth crackles
Sending former
Pieces of trees
From neat piles
Distressed by sound
Of leaf blowers
Or errant breezes
Until obliterated
Under our feet
On the way to the end
Of where we had been
For so long
Crushed
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OctPoWriMo 20
