autumn leaves burning
we play hide and seek
in grand-pop’s garden
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in the window mirror
she passes to work–
her bump rounder
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at dusk
and how the leaf falls sound
I no longer see
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a summer breeze
leaving me to potter
about the herb garden
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jazz album
letting the vinyl track
past midnight
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nothing else, all is drought
just the tumble-weeds
piled at the fence
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summer kisses
the rain and I turn
to face each other
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aging…
the last pie apples
our tree will bear
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sun across our path
Laurel sits brightly
in front of the canoe
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ice-cube jugs
sweating our night out
in the patio heat