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1. THE RENDEZVOUS

   A ruckus of wind behind the trees
   roils the primrose trail and startles
   the wayward doe. A dull grey sky
   looms as a late sundown darkens
   the path where we said we would be:
   a rendezvous by the quiet bluffs
   where we would have seen the sun
   set as we always do, but the overcast
   sky is a crowd of clouds now, we
   could barely see the crinkled yellow
   leaf float like wafted cotton to damp
   rocks below, taking forever. Like us.
   The autumn of our years, we whisper.
   A gust whistles an eerie trace of air:
   It is cold. I took time hugging you.

   —Albert B. Casuga
   07-12-11

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3. I like the picture of trees behind trees!

   • Thanks!

4. I like the trees behind the trees too, and also that yellow leaf. All of it, really. :)

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