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Fall’s first gold is green.

It falls somewhere between

a joy and a concern,

but soon the leaves will turn

flamboyant with that doubt,

like people falling out

of love, becoming all

the lovelier as they fall.

from Poetry Northwest 05.2 Fall & Winter 2010 & 2011More by Eric McHenry from the library

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