The leaves seethe amber:
dripping crimsons,
flaming orange,
and rusting golds.
The evening flushes green;
its third-eye brushes–
hushing umber twilight.
The color dries;
the sapphire sheens
expand the purple crown
into a horizon of violet wire.
The diamonds vibrate;
wet star edges leak,
cutting nano canyons–
the sidewalk chasms we fall in
when we walk there.
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