Our moods transfixed in nature
But the afternoon dump-truck disputes it
Of course it’s different for everyone
Which itself is amazing
Even if unconsciously
But it’s in the meeting of seasons
Where we come upon something
Really like us
When the trees are born or die
We find out what
A summer-winter our life is
Even in the city we can’t
Hide from it completely
A gear is turned
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