Up in Heaven
it's Autum now.
The Fall is all
that Heaven allows.
A wind breaker's all
you need,
a cotton shirt with
a full length sleeve.
And if you're into
streetlights
powered by gas
and the lushest lawns
of the greenest
grass, a scarecrow who moves up and down
a town square in the
squarest town,
where every smile
is a broken frown
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