there is no grip.
tell me now
did you feel the earth slip?
who is holding our system together.
oh, i recall delightful water falls in other years when
weather and foliage were in harmony.
one follows the other. watch seasons unfold.
the story will be told.
but it's not yet October.
we can fold over,
now wait the leaves to color
dry fields and trees.
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