On the Eve of October
the shadows
are trembling
in the wind
as leaves twirl
to the ground
pass the pumpkins
on the sidewalk
footballs in the air
campers are rolling in
hunters are rolling out
boots and blue jeans
caramel and spice
hikers and bikers
wearing out the trail
like jeeps on the road
and golfers on the green
it’s getting cooler
in degrees
and the band
is playing
something upbeat
to drown out
the loss
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