Autumn arrives on a train headed east
Headed right off the edge of the world
She comes in with two carpet bags and an indefinable sense of style
A scarf thrown carelessly – no, effortlessly – over her shoulder
I am all jealousy
Autumn has come
With no hint of maple sweetness
Yet
With every brisk vivacity of color and saturation
I am all falling over myself
To find out
How she manages to wake up like that in the morning
And I long to be Autumn
Like a young girl longs for romance and roses
Spending long afternoon hours
Gazing dreamily into heaven
Twirling her hair around her finger
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