September Sunrise

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Backlit by dawn, the park dew-dropped 
diamonds, geese browse the unspent
bounty before the outbound flight,
a walker bundled in a blanket texts
hello and good-bye while crows mock,
and a yogi on her final downward dog
bows to a rising sun as willows sleep.
Sway, weep, sigh as seasons pass you by
(oh, the liminal unsubstantiality of it all!)
taking leave in a sun-kissed mist.
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