Autumn by Ian Smith


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Sweet Autumn,
today I will drive into you,
choose the lane beneath
the aching of your failing
arch, choose the broken life
sweet as your light;
with you, share the teeth
in their rows of granite
tombstone shadows.

Summer's robe
is cooling sweat
still draped
on tawny shoulders.