in between the windshield wiper
and the warm clear windshield
the changing color, caught
for a few fleeting hours of joy-
then freely spirals, lightly touches down
to the ground, becoming one
with her family of reds oranges yellows
nature's pure and blessed elegy
what has happened
cannot be changed; only our
perception of its happening
Kate Lamberg
9/25/11
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