Written 9/7/10
The rake scrapes the cement and scoops
up the red and yellow leaves,
with a clank on the ground.
Wool pants seem like the perfect choice
because it’s windy, but when you go inside
the school building, you feel
the sweat bead on your skin.
The irritating black gnats that land
on your shirt while walking outside,
you hit your shirt, leaving a black smear.
Withered grapes in the dry fields,
that make for no good taste
in an alchoholic wine.
You turn the television on
And slump down onto the couch
To find
--the new nothingness of fall.
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