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Autumn's faded hues / at season's end replacing / Summer's brilliant blues.

Though it ain’t over / till it’s over, apparently / it’s over today.

Bumble bee observed / pollinating all flowers / without prejudice.

There is nothing coy / about appetites, desires / of ravenous koi.

Ahead, the bald man / top down, smoke, phone, loud music / for me to enjoy.