To Fall

Red and russet brown
Bright as black letters against white

Twirling towards blacktop
Cascading from an autumn burnt bough
Tiny as this stanza

Carry me in your palm
Like a phrase that catches alight
In your memory

Press me between beloved verses
And I promise to flutter out
One afternoon

Brittle yet still fire red
A poem to

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