red leaves of maple
trodden into wet
sidewalks
by the impatience of others
retired from gathering winds
stray traces of white
settle on concrete and vanish
i start down back
streets
emptied of restaurant music
walk them over and over
again and again until
i can't bear what they want
they can't give what i seek
i'm off towards clouds
toppling over western hills
where dark winds devour all
the sun had to give
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