Fall Carnivale!
Tree mardi gras!
"All leaves
get a free ride,
on the wind".
I watch
a hundred
drunken leaves fall,
outside my
free ticket window,
improvising glee,
in each woeful,
plummet dance.
I blush
at their
secret grinnings,
as victory reaches
eye to eye,
with cosmic joke,
twinkling, exchanging,
invisible private flashes,
before returning,
to forever,
which is where
they always longed to be,
since the
very
very
spring.
Free ride on the wind
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