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Douglas Tanoury
Autumn Inside Me
I pick a pear from a branch
Hanging low
And take a small bite
Just to test the taste
It is sweet
So the second
And all subsequent bites
Are larger
It is cool after sunset
I no longer walk
Barefoot on the blacktop
In comfort
It is a marble floor
Against my soles
I eat the pear
Seeds and all
And only the stem is left
To twirl between thumb
And forefinger
As I wish
I had plucked two
From the tree
With branches
Hanging so low
I walk in darkness
Just after sunset
Without
A remnant of light
On the horizon
Black
Is the color
Of fall nights
I have tasted the season
On my lips
Across my tongue
And there is no doubt
It is autumn
Inside me
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