Pretty and unpretty poetry
Sly arrival..
nothing hidden; steady, constant
but sudden
and just begun
but all familiar, predictable, constant
but jolting, shifts
in a stretch of leaves that have fallen,
swam in wind and sun and rain and fallen,
and a thousand more would sprout and fall
in with words and looks and thoughts
and love fallen;
sprout and fall
and grow in a new season, past seasons,
reasons passed, next hand..
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A poem a day keeps the doctor away