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Oct 2012
It happens in the fall

when the leaves

make a play on these words

when my heart plays along


it seems we are all falling

into a memory


into what will be

leaving one question

Will you be there with me …

even briefly?

If you were mine

for even a minute

I would pause all 60

of those seconds

one by one

till the last one

Then I will run

to next autumn

and wait for you

to fall into me again
(c) Fall 2012
Jack Piatt
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Jack Piatt
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