Falling Honey-sun-day’s Perspective
Between bold last leaves
seeps the play of sun.
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Afternoon autumn, still supporting
leaves: their greatest glory d'composition
I cast myself without self
between, on and through and so
all around.
Rhythmically, slowly (in innocence
of every good word
beginning with "b")
Riding up--through,
the bicyclist:
"le merveilleux peuple..."
Rhythmically repeating on the
rotation of a wheel. So many people ... continue reading