the new moon died in town today
over the veteran’s pillar,
folks walked right into traffic
like priors wading in mist.
they’ll set the clocks back tonight,
so I’ve time enough to sleep:
I want to watch this maple shed gold
and bare nerve to the sky.
there will be freezing rain tomorrow,
and all the sorcerers of this warm autumn
haven’t the magic to stay it.
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