Autumn Portrait

I see you,

little dungareed boy,

romping through

a pile of leaves.

Roll over, shout,

tunnel through them,

toss them in the air.

Spin around,

breathe in

their colors,

then slowly, slowly

shake them

from your auburn hair.

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