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Poem

Autumn that year was a rabbit affair
and no eye could distinguish
the shivering season from the shaking beast.
Shifty, all yellow,
autumn-dweller color.
Dead leaves in the stubble
and the hayrake and the horse mane
everywhere, and even the eye
blinks blindly, not knowing
one quick shiver of fear
from another.

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