But an icy wind had other plans
We wrestled in the yard a sight
He took his share of bushels home
Somewhere he couldn’t explain
Even after so much whirling
I almost went with him
Letting go of the decision
The way love starts
And you’re swept along
For the pure joy
Of the inward flight
Airborne with the leaves
Out over other people’s yards
And down the long streets of night
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