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Bronze Leaves

It is a beautiful golden brown;
The autumn of this fucking town.
Like a special effect, the leaves
Are bronzing.
The contemplative nature of autumn
Leaves one wondering.

So I rejoice, in exceeding great joy
That this fucking town is golden brown.
The silver Volvos have a subtle serenity
That sincerely troubles me.
Personally, I like to sit on the porch
With a beer, and use my solar-powered brain
At sundown.

I am also in love with
Walking along the asphalted roads, next to the white sidelines.
And listening to voices blending into guitars, through headphones.
I love
The golden tint the world gets from the sun
The red-leaved trees especially.

He who contemplates, truly contemplates
Is a genius, in this lazy world.
I don’t pretend to be a genius
But I try my hand at
Contemplation and philosophy
Among the golden brown
Of this fucking town.

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