the cold air
seeps through the open
window.
cranked just slightly
with a gap
that allows
the swift breeze
to swim in.
you see the thin
cake of first frost
on the hoods
of cars.
now the leaves will
change.
they have no choice,
likes us
who have no
choice in so many things.
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