The leaves aren’t all that’s falling

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Fall afternoon, sun angles
Lower in the sky

Two pleased-as-punch mutts
Pull their young owner along
Pony tail, ball cap

Cracked country asphalt
Rebar-staked against the sprawl
Grass browned for winter

Hydrant amid trees
Odd artifact in nature
No truck comes calling

Litter of “Lite” cans
Aluminum smashed flatter
Than the brew they held

Lone hubcap, rusting
Little airplane gin bottle
Party in the ditch

An hour’s brisk walking
Indian summer’s last gasp?
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