fall season

beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts

leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest

east pearl
hidden in between
rug redness
and crumpled magazine

step to step
i little blinded
trees shaking
woman missed a roach
it bounced and
met the pavement

This poem is about: 
Our world

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