October
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn.
It
lightly rains.
Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.
The maples ripen.
Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.
The nimbus is spread
above our island.
Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves.
The books
of fall litter the bed.
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James Schuyler
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