Late September Song
by Linda Pastan
With the sound of
a freight train
rushing
through the trees,
the first strong
wind
of autumn
makes each
leaf
sing the song
of its own
execution.
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The wind blows past my window and sends me things like feathers and dead leaves and a lot of plastic rubbish. I was just...
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