“How You Tore Your Dress”

Fall’s mall is never small,

It weaves and hangs like

A tendril garden snare,

Captivating and questioning,

You want to go further,

See what’s through the narrow tunnel,

And disappointment seldom escalates

When more changing leaves and trees

Are found to be populating the gangplank otherside.

(Photo taken by me.)

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