r a k i n g
where is my green lawn?
maples shed their autumn leaves
set my yard ablaze
red leaves, yellow, brown
blisters forming on gloved hands
colors still delight
fallen leaves pile up
woodpecker watches, chirping
hey, bird, grab a rake
- - - - - - - -
dioecious she, me
old age rises in the east
alas, her drupe droop
sparkle-tree'd windows
a snowflake finds my eyelash
night lights, i am home
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