i think that october
is august's decrescendo
the air tense with winter's vibrato
we all, in a fever,
crumple in our shells with our
feet straight up,
struggling insects on cold
linoleum
bargaining with the sky
for a few more weeks of life
this year
we did not "fall"
but plopped
straight on our bottoms.
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