The color,
Just that summer-luscious
Ripe, sky blue
Made me reach out,
expecting to pluck
sweet, round fruit.
But my hands
met cool, thin leaves,
And when their angle changed,
under the brush of my finger tips,
I interrupted that blue,
summer dream.
Red leaves,
Already touched by frost
Sharing memories
With the
Vivid, September sky.
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