Falling (Poem + Mixtape)

Mid-September, chill in the air
Take in your surroundings like
Penny candy
Choose them
Count them
Weigh and
Pocket them
Sigh a delighted sigh
Head bowed down then quickly
Back up to the sky
Don’t miss the sunset!
Keep it in your special drawer
No one will find it
(Anyone could open that door…

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