1st post.

Poem

Family 

A close stranger. 

Clumped by fate's hands and fights. 

A circus of clowns. 

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AI

Everyone-- replaced.

What are [you] without employment—

Error without worth.

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The First Winter 

Gaze into the gray 

clouds; dandelions bellow down.

Muffled by windows.

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Leaves

Red, yellow, green

It all turns brown—falls.

Dead—crunch.

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On a Rock, I see 

The ground split open,

fire raining; gold and ember. 

Fall coming alive.

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