In hindsight,
it wasn’t just the soft,
cold perfume
of the breeze.
Wasn’t just
the change in weather
nor Swallows
which had gone East
instead of South.
Autumn hadn’t
built itself up
as it normally did
but fell unexpected
from the skies
choking summer
until it fizzled away.
Autumn burst through
without reason
like a hurricane
instead of an
more intimate moment
on the other side
of an conversation,
and blew out the candles
like the 4th of July
on a dream ticket to nowhere.
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