fall aint the over part hopefully

this old lady
    half decrepid as hell
all broken and done

thin

picks her shoes with some kind of
thing that is long and helps her.
october 2 : if you don’t smell Oct’ 2
    you will not live as long as
    that decrepid old lady

fall smell in those first leaves that have landed.
wet drop balls sunly open on stands of our grass yard
    are unique on Oct’ 2

decrepid old lady walks on the street that
is outside the window of the kitchen where
I make turkish coffee
and I open the window and ask her good morning

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