You, Fall,
I find disturbingly persistent
in pushing my summer daze down the road,
in sticking your nose in my heated business,
stepping on my tan toes,
dirtying my crystal water with filthy leaves.
Do me a favor, Impeder,
sit down, drink your coffee, and wait your turn.
You represent nothing but change,
and I’m not interested.
BAF
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