Autumn

Crickets’ chirping
Drives out cicadas’ chirring
In my front yard

Drizzle all day
Tries to strip the shy trees
In my backyard

Blue sky
Is too high to paint blue
My window upstairs

Chilly breeze at dawn
Dries out smell of sweat
From my forehead In the park

Without lonely widow
On the bench by the lake
Man can’t endure another autumn

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