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The door of Summer slams behind your back.
The air is snapping cold and goosebumps rake
your skin. A falling leaf's serrated edge
aflame in red and orange hues—it falls
to shatter underfoot. Where will you go?
The sidewalk ended ages back. Your fears
as company; they match you pace for pace,
a growing shadow as the sun descends.
The leaves that crunch beneath your feet in time
will be the mulch beneath the winter snow.
About the Creator
Tyler Clark
I am a nonbinary writer, poet, and cat parent from California. My short stories and poems have been published in a chaotic jumble of anthologies, collections, and magazines.
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