When leaves fly

on wind shear

opening November

some find feet

in tall grass

and lean against

the fence to watch,

still life

till snowfall.

A few entertain

the curb and dare

to skate between

the traffic backward,

cameos in slow motion

who reappear again

dancing in my head

into April.

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