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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