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Quick, Organized Thought on Missing Home

Colors don’t change here,
Not since I moved.
But, I miss three days in autumn when I could drive down my double-car studded, concrete-block street, glazed in familiarity,
All in orange.
I give over the beauty of the leaves to those I left behind.


a short little poem, a quadrille for d’Verse poets.