“October From Afar”
By: Rodolfo Perez
I breathe the cold October air,
The wind picks up not only the fallen leaves around me,
But my spirit;
And the color orange makes its way into my brain, and
I’m
Paralyzed.
I watch over the beautiful, dead leaves,
Their buttery hues, with the auburn tips that are like the
autumn’s rose
The armies of the crisp, dead leaves cover the cracked
streets,
As well as the faded rooftops
And for a moment,
Just a moment,
It looks beautiful.
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