DAILY Liquid amber light, Fallen from trees Too full to hold Indian Yellow- Cad Red- Burnt Sienna, Quivers the air, Drawn from a sky Tumbling up from the ground Exuberance imploding Leaving life layer upon layer. Some remain. I remain Wondering Will my death to be thus? A last leaf with jewel encrusted seams sewn delicately to my branch In hand over hand stitching, Exquisite silken luxe Heavy toward dying, Wrestling October winds In last will to glory, Fulsome as the Carmine raiment Of a Three-Tailed Pasha Readied for his funeral procession. .
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