Crinkled Autumn
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“Crinkled Autumn,” New Era, Sept. 1979, 51

Crinkled Autumn

Sitting cross-legged

On daddy’s bed,


As daddy talks,

His eyes glistening

In a past September:


Small overall and barefeet

Running through Ohio woods,

His collie bounding ahead,

Fallen leaves re-rustling.

The sharing is over.

I kiss daddy good night

And leave

With crinkled autumn

Between my toes.