A soul, like a ball of crumpled foil,
all angles and shadows,
seeks witness - a reason to shine and sing.
Sienna tumbling leaves, deprived of summer,
alight and scuttle after others,
down the sidewalk, like lustful paper crabs.
and small quick creatures with damp, dainty feet
hide under porches, peeking out,
frightened and frightening, knowing things.
The children of the dawn play on their swings,
certain that the season has no dusky end,
and icy Winter awaits, calm and chuckling.
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