Fall (Sonnet)
I.
Shine
on her glasses,
as she
turns her
head toward
me.
Is
my hair just
right or
curled up from
all the
rain?
Dead
leaves fall from
the trees
as we
slowly walk
by.
II.
Spoken
words
heard.
Broken,
Shaken.
Shards
far
fallen.
Crack;
digress
progress
gasp.
Edict,
Convict.
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