Indian Autumn
Cooler days follow an old Cherokee trail
into a reclaiming Indian summer.
Yellow maple leaf singe at their edges.
Russet hues are browning.
Autumn may linger around town
fraying and wilting
until Halloween cuts down the sun.
We peer sweating through imagined clouds.
Evening bats are strung from charred branches
and droop silently
from their fire-proof strings.
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