All the browner shades were in the leaves
(brownian sway, adrift, reducing to red
and yellow, blue, black). And I said,
all the leaves that autumn leaves

will fall into my book
. Atop a newspaper
a gray dove doodled charcoal in the margin
(camouflage for the horizon line).
The season narrowed down to zero (here).

Four corners, four seasons... and a tightrope
diagonal for the lightweight ballerina, her
microcosmic gyroscope (slow monorail
drone, agonized monotone, balanced on hope

alone). In his mind's eye, Everyman
sheaves bouquets for her around the arena;
and the applause was like the pat-patina
of the leaf-shuffle (autumnal unison).

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