autumn makes herself known
in the fabric of the wind
bending our time
bathing in the light of a new day
behind me, in front of me, bright
sunrise, sunset, dawn, dusk, autumn, winter
all arrives with a turn of the earth
a magic trick
not fully solved
the language of time is mysterious
for one full minute, we can become riveted
by every bird twitch, a turning of the page
bumping into the contours of life
be tempted to break free
tumble into light
at every city corner
there is a promise of something maybe mouth-watering delicious
maybe nose-wincing stale
maybe stomach-turning under-cooked
maybe magically life-changing
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