I'm in the same room,
Looking out of the same window;
(Everything's different.)
Bright streaming through leaves;
Persistent September sun;
Tree limbs slowly wave.
Insects fly swiftly
Back and forth on my front porch.
Then, they disappear.
Full milkweed pods lay
Lazy in the morning sun,
Waiting to give birth.
Thistle, goldenrod--
Palette of Autumn colors:
Gray against the gold.
Nestled on green leaf
A dead brown leaf has fallen:
Place of last resorts.
Shadows on the road
Form a dark rune like sign;
What is its message?
Dark shadows of leaves,
Sharper than their green parents--
Shift of dimensions.
Mad dog, Englishmen,
I walk in the noon day sun.
What?! Am I crazy?
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