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in blue school mittens
she fumbles the key
to unlock her bike

a blue moon at home
the promise long made
to taste this farm peach

a half moon rises
in the steel bridge frame
no cars blink

the magpie and I
ruffled by a wind
across the leaf pile

an orange Sunset
the last magpie call
on top of the woods

gentle autumn Sun
the sounds a breeze gets
stirring a leaf pile

a club night out
our awaited high C
from the jazz trio

a sliver of moon
the harvest ripe
rustling corns

covering of stars
a stir through our orange tree
touches the wind chimes