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Wednesday's Feast
Wilda Morris

I wanted blue sky
this morning, and sun.
I wanted the painted leaves
to stay safe on the maple,

but raindrops tumbled
through the branches.
Leaves of beetroot red,
cinnamon, saffron
and chocolate

fell in profusion,
a banquet of color spread
across the picnic table.
I feasted and was filled.


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