Fall is for crunchy leaves on the sidewalk.
As I walk to some prior engagement in mid-October, eyes straight ahead:
I feel it. The first rain drop: solitary, wet, and full of excitement
falls directly above my lip, below my nose
in that crevasse space where, as the myth goes,
God shushed you when you were born.
I immediately recall memories of rain and become happy.
A happy fall indeed.
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