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September 30th
by David D . Horowitz

Rose-apricot washes sky between
     Black filigree of oak and pine.
The park now whispers amber-green
     As autumn pours its wine.

Leaves curl upon the cooling ground
     As lamps first punctuate a path.
The day, like many lives, has browned
     Into an aftermath.

And yet resilience might yet glean
     New wisdom from mistake and pain,
And like the reaching evergreen
     Make resin from the rain.


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