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Fall Light



The light is bending
With the last rush of
Warm summer winds

Brushing up riverbed,
Rippling gentle current,
Lifting gorged shorebirds
Braced for winter.

Leaves rustle nervously
Knowing their time has come,
In a co-evolutionary signaling
That dwarfs the printed word.

On a rare coastal day
Without a cloud in the sky
Change becomes us.

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