one two in
harmony reds and
blues.
sweeping the patio
of fallen leaves
into a pile by the door
that is
autumn.
The hammer sings
out loud
the sound
is growing to where
each note embraces
the metal it hammers,
hugs it, takes it home
in its hands, our hands,
a leaf slips into the air
to float away forever.
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