Posted on October 13, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
The leaf blowers start. Smell of gas fills the air. Mounds begin to form. There’s stragglers. Spots of yellow and orange Upon lawns watered To a suspended green During the black and white Months Of summer. A few flattened in driveways By the press…
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Fall, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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