Curling arms of sunlight, ridges of leaves, rolling wave of leafs (leafs or leaves this time?) up the hill. (Huh?) A hill of wind defying the one of road and earth, autumn breaking its crest there. (Say what?) Skid of leaf on concrete (no) lift it all up by the axilla (…. no)

Grass that stabbed at the onslaught of the atmosphere leaving this — a dew — wounded atmosphere having sighed this — ” its blood of heat or sigh of cold.” (YES! but also — “no”– atmosphere walking on  bed of nails so leaving this grass with dew.)


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