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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r3B7yz6J68&ab_channel=AnnenMayKantereit

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To the edge of the earth

And back again - encapsulated by 

The passing of time 

And the changing of 

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A season.

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It'd rained ash from the sky

In Watson; tufts of cindered

Papyrus - the smoldering  

Of spruce - caught the wind

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Like silver dollars 

Or like quarters, shaken loose.

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There was no novelty in that:

In the blackening of 

A midday sky -

In the sprinkling of soot -

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But there was in the way 

The colors changed 

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When Autumn'd touched the wood.

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An odd odyssey: I took the Alaskan

Highway

As the leaves were turned to ochre -

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When a road beset by fire

Alluded only halfway

To the coming of 

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October.

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When I caught the ferry home -

Looked out across the channel -

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It was a full moon, I saw,

To welcome me back

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But a fire, that I'd remember.

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