into dizzying action
the toppled heads
with their golden crowns
lay numerous and gently
on cooling earth
fence posts
and pickets become
the tale-tell of
the tide unknown
yet remembered
tendrils reach out
for balance for the elderly
vines they spring from
as they creep among
the eager cosmos
when painted ladies
readily dance across
still gaily colored carpets
sipping fine wine and
kicking up gold luster
is when the southern sun
begins to recede into
September shadows
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