Fall

fall

the grass-fed fleet of mowers stilled

the bright red leaves of maples spilled

our chilly little town is filled

with sounds of schoolyard play

and yet my favorite part of Fall

is not the leaves nor children’s call

but just the simple fact that all

mosquitoes go away

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