Her Fall Through September

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Rice Krispie air?  No, not yet…

She is waiting, suspended.

Running out onto the porch with the trash to check,
every morning.
Not yet, she knows it’s near, and so she waits, suspended.

Just the beginning of cooler weather in the mornings,
just the very beginning, and she is impatient
for temperatures to fall.

She remembers the years past,
on the drive home from work around seven-thirty am.
The very glitter in the air,
she knows the route to take to get the best view.

Up Buffalo, the trees on the right just scream at her
as the rising sun reflects off of leaves facing east.
The very air glitters, you can see each speck,
floating, suspended.

She never understood
why the people aren’t just stopping,
to gaze in awe.

No cars pulled over,
no one person paused in their dog walking.
How can they just not see it?
Unless…it was only for her?

This magic dusting.

This gold, this bronze.

Bright white yellows and reds.

Was it only for her?

This magic dusting.

This glittery air.

Only for her.

So she must fall through the rest of September.

To reach her reward.

Until then, she waits…suspended.

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