THE GAP
I see the wind
as the earth spins
under the leaves
I taste the cold
from the crispness
of the morning air
I hear the colors
with the crackle
of yellow, red, and gold
I feel the height
with the falling
of the foliage
I smell the dryness
from the sun
as rain clouds gather
I shouldn’t hold on
If I let go
what will I have?
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