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Seasons
As fall comes
Summer is done
Geese fly by
High in the sky
The leaves fall down
They all turn brown
But as everything dies
It will come back alive
When spring
Begins
To sing
Loves
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All The Homes
In dirt roads
the way you bounce in your seat
and smile at the mud
coated tires
coated legs
coated boots
while everyone complains that it's not
summer.
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The Second Alley
Mrs. Craywood
her curls needed cutting
instead she dyed them black
she could have washed her face
but she brushed on dark eye shadow
to hide her eyes
she used to think they were
pretty.
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.