Air tight sky
With sun not seen through clouds
Covering trees
On the higher branches above
The fences around this yard
Autumn, well closer
Yet falling in the sky
Tightly packed air, yellow with leaves
Falling
Through fences
While trees ache with fingers
In iced edges
Fully realized not
Yet understood
Why they break the fences
In a bid for freedom
-Kevin Slick
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