today i can’t help but listen, intently, to the color of change wind wraps well around the edges of my ears scratch and scuttle of last fall’s leaves on raked dirt subtle sounds of sliding skeletons of preterite green sliding softly and sticking to surfaces of unexpected rain puddles pausing, my eyes blur to everything …
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