A Fall Evening
That was the day I lost my glasses,
A fall evening
Sparrows everywhere
heydaying away in the apple trees.
I still wonder if they‘re stuck up there
Hanging on a limb somewhere
I never thought to look among the branches.
,
I hated my glasses anyway
with their scratchy earpieces
and their flesh-colored frames.
Yet mostly I remember sparrows
Squabbling away with the interloping squirrels.
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A fall evening
Sparrows everywhere
heydaying away in the apple trees.
I still wonder if they‘re stuck up there
Hanging on a limb somewhere
I never thought to look among the branches.
,
I hated my glasses anyway
with their scratchy earpieces
and their flesh-colored frames.
Yet mostly I remember sparrows
Squabbling away with the interloping squirrels.
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| Apple Trees Along the Jogging Path, Central Park |
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