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lets peek at the autumn faeries
Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week
there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime
No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen
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Caren Krutsinger
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