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saturday i drive around the village

the asphalt damp and spotted

with the fall foliage like a color collage



like the war zone of martha stewart swatches

has erupt with delight, a very colorful outburst



sunday, a bike ride

over the yellow of birch leaves covering the trail

riding through neighborhoods of dog and couples walking



offering up all the romance one season can



these images spin at me as i try to put poetry in

a loony toon straight jacket, but

here i am and the inmates have escaped



today work flounders like zinc in a glass of vinegar

it is possible you could call, but don't and in this poem

i am innocent, though i don't call either



tonight the air is frosty

walking to the door i sigh

a breath of autumn lust

and it hangs in the air

like pleasure caught

in a dewy spider web