Ostensibly
with passion,
a red leaf glows
out of season.
Regardless how tall,
how green the tree,
a leaf is red
out of season.
Nature, kismet, the divine,
whatever its accident
or force,
gold is en route nearby
and afterwards brown
— Beverly Boyd lives in Lawrence.



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Kathy Getto 3 years, 6 months ago
Nice.
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