Autumn shadows cast amber silhouettes
on sidewalks; the sun sets early knowing
how tired we had become of hot days.
Remember aged oaks with garnet leaves,
and homecoming queens?
laughed out loud tumbling into pyramid piled leaves
that floated over our faces and itched inside our shirts.
In the distance a neighbor’s rake scraped the sidewalk.
The summer smelled gone.
Heavy books in the crook of our arms, we strolled home,
your hair flamed in the fading afternoon and we whispered intrigues
of boys in the halls and the girls who thought they loved them,
of Latin and this Friday’s sock hop – oh how I wished he asked me!
friends separated by another year, another sunset.
Those autumn walks, our world had just begun
like smoke curling from a pile of burning leaves.
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