Fall is like this.

fall is like having a thousand thoughts
blowing through my head like
brightly colored leaves
...through a clear periwinkle sky --
crisp and
clean.

but on other days, it seems,
like my thoughts
just sit in
brown piles growing damp and musty waiting to be bagged up and tossed out.

-Sarah Szumanski */ October 16, 2002

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* I wrote this before I was Mrs. Reed