The Fall

I.

Sturdy spruce trees stand

Like thin, shaken, gutless twigs

Before the chainsaw.

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II.

Swallow packs soar high

Under the merciless rain

That chews through their wings.

III.

Rose gold skies couple

The gloomy tumbleweeds of

Vile factory smoke.

IV.

Fall splashes color

On an overcast canvas

Before the blizzard.

And it wasn’t winter’s doing.

 

Email Eugene Hu at [email protected]

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