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The wind is moving
bending wheat where it settles
in rough ground and sun.
Decomposing leave
returning inhalation
autumn disquiet.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Holding on to tight
On a narrow path nowhere
protecting a clue.
Looking to who you
reflect multifaceted
smell test and tasted.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
A colorful eye
closing for incoming light
for richer colors.
Black depth reflecting at the surface
Of an endless time spent alone
Amongst the noise of the wake
A dark autumn trench
workers climb over the side
for their only day.
A shell to preserve
when the light is retreating
and the bees do sleep.
