The First Day of Autumn
with mop and bucket
to clean the sky
from dawn to night.
When her work
was done
she turned her
pale bed sheets down.
Sighed the thickets
to the birds,
another day is gone.
And in the dark
the sleepless heard
a soft voice cry,
I am all alone.
September 25, 2006
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