there was how shall i say green the city consumed the meek and tender brilliant all rose in slenderest gardening blossoms root 'pon root in earth univocal (it's shoulders, feel fresh, smoothly revolt into unchaste Autumn)
whose lipless grotesque
smiling parts
between all
ivory leans
October
her smell is wet curious Cinnamon chamomile citrus tingles against the wide plate of unhairing FALL(s from a broad leaf russet tranquil blue , flat and cool , peels with tenderest coming