The air is torrid
Even before the sunrise
On his morning walk
Past the High School soccer field
By the corner gas station
Gusts of cold north winds
Push the litter and the snow
Into restlessness
Where dreams of being pursued
Jolt her from chaotic sleep
On a green blanket
Full moon light thickens and swirls
In complete silence
He studies an old codex
And its words from long ago
Breaking through the snow
Crocus leaves and a few mice
In the fading cold
The professor has been told
That he won't receive tenure
Fall leaves look somber,
Pallbearers at the graveside
Of someone well loved
We can tell many stories
About days when we were young
While walking swiftly
Through someone else's backyard
Under a clear sky
Apple buds start to blossom
In the late afternoon light
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