The leaves fall from the trees
The colding wind stripping
Red yellow orange.
Colors browning on the ground
Gathered into piles
Deeper and deeper
By the walls
Of Fort Greene Park___
As a boy I found joy
Kicking leaves
Into the air__
Today
Kicking them same
I feel
Eleven years old
Especially since
No one else kicks leaves
On Clinton Hill
In autumn___
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