A pleasant tune
endlessly repeated
becomes affliction
or what is thinking
but another book title
the way it’s in love
or hate with the earth
and prefers to pursue
this luminescence in the trees
leaving us staring out at it
even as hard as autumn gets
brittle alizarin pedantic
the sun we shunned
is the sun we long for
as it is with children.
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