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Those Markers of Change

As the rain drops fall heavy with leaves,
A slick ground and the musk of decay,
That last autumnal butterfly;
Those markers of change made;
In brief moment, the covered bricks
Disappear beneath the vibrant cache
Of golds, oranges and rouges.

Jackson Martin

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