By Samuel Jean Baptiste
We walked, and talked,
Walked and talked,
Underneath the grapefruit sky
and wondered why, how, from
Whence came such beautiful
Leaves, fallen,
Under a forlorn tree.
Those leaves you said, are a
Colorfully burning deep
Orange-red.
I called it sublime,
While my eye caught yours,
And yours caught mine.
And we walked in beauty,
Past that forlorn tree,
Upon burning beds of orange-red
Underneath that grapefruit sky.
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