the sun is bright, it is warm today
the walkways are wet with snowmelt
a breeze comes through the open window
and the voices of
robins
chattering,
with squirrels in the maple
the scent of wet cement reaches my nose
with an undertone of decay
autumn’s foliage,
disintegrating in the
light of day
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