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Compare, Contrast, Divide.

All you poets,

get your pens ready

Autumn is here and how, oh how,

are we ever going to capture the dying beauty of the season?

Time is not on our side-

Each one of us guilty of

using the words:

crunch, crumble, rustle, rustled, rustling

Here we go, trying to convey

the smell of decaying Earth

Capture it, swoop it up in your wide arms

which you’ll bring close to your breast

hug that decaying pile

so that you can show it all off

Here, here,

look at my words

dead like beetles under rocks

dead like the mailman’s face

dead like your eyes, when you wear

blue shirts

With sighing sighs and long gazes

you drink up the day

(Compare the day to a glass of amber beer, an extra dirty martini, or perhaps if you’re like me and milking a hangover, a large ice water. But you must compare. MUST).

noticing the sun is trying to blind you

from the right side, catching your peripheral vision

and pissing you off

through branches that were once thick and green

(Compare to life full and lush, now waning. Go on, do it).

Come on now poets,

don’t let anyone down

the world, or rather, those who follow your Twitter feed

are anxious to hear what you have to say about the

changing season- Tell them all,

get to getting

to comparing

to describing

before the day has merged into weeks

crashed into months

and before you find yourself

standing at the bus stop

in moon boots and heavy coat with cheaply made scarves

watching as your exhaled breath

fills up with words

about how you hate the icy prick

of winter;

which will give way to the birth of Spring

and the grade school glam of Summer.

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