Footnote: Late Autumn, 1977

Beneath leaden skies

of this chilled autumn; fields of

fallen, earless stalks:

the scarecrow's tattered rags do

nothing to block the cold wind.

 

Kyakuchuu

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Autumn, 1977, seemed particularly chilly---not only the local weather, but as a metaphor for the cooling relationship between my first college sweetheart and I, and her apparent indifference to its failure.

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