Autumn paints the bluffs, uses an impressionist's palette;
carnelian,ochre,lime, and pumpkin too.
I see you, bundled against the breeze off the lake,
walking one of the black labs along the top, down the bottom of the school-yard near the outcropping, a place you loved to go to meditate.
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