And now the first winds
purr what they've been learning
like a children's choir
flipping through their hymnals.
This test again, this wintering,
this bite.
Summer, Summer's roads are over-
And all these leaves,
this foliage on your shoulders-
like all the ghosts of childhood's
wild silence
laying on their hands
as though to guide you.
It is time to fall into your life.
-Joseph Fasano
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