Thief
... I saw the wind
pull a sheaf of yellow leaves from the cool-burning sky,
throwing them across a fence,
and I suddenly realized that
the glory of an autumn afternoon
had been stolen and fenced,
yet returned in priceless gold...
... what a thief, the glorious wind!...
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