Maples In Autumn
fluent limbs,
they arch to flicker little wicks of twig
which flame in wind.
imagine the effervesce,
spritely leaves merry in a canopy,
high on the ravages of wine.
it’s the sprawl of a lively port,
arteries of vendors and actors on streetcorners,
distilled and corked into a grove.
this foliage, it flirts with the world,
whispery of thrill and whirled dance,
flutters of bells dulcet to kiss.
the poems off their sensual lips come and go,
none of the fair promises
brave enough to hold onto.
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7/6 ... mods
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5/11... changed third from last line from singular to plural
grading papers, physical therapy... world on political edge of war... exhausted
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