Almost Autumn

In the colors you hear the slow sizzle of a burning wick promising a slower fireworks display just days away.

In the colors you hear a tuning orchestra about to play a symphony you love but can’t seem to remember its melody.

And no one saw it start, where somewhere that first one lost patience.

And no one will see it end, when somewhere that last one, stage-frightened or stubborn, gives in.

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