In my most private moments
I write scenes which show that I am
no better than those who came before
past muffled gunshots
crowds applaud the caged canary singing
tone deaf to those who would rewrite my chorus
the orange palette of an Ohio autumn
each leaf a smile of mathematical inconsistency
commanding and decisive
an integration of time and dance
of genuine good offices
with a cover intended for others
I watch leaves paint a park bench
falling on stilts of unequal height.
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