A poem I wrote pretending to be a chic girl in boots walking to her every-day job working for Apple:
Fall In My Neck of the Woods
The heels of my boots collide with the wet, smooth substance of autumnal foliage
Creating the crunching sound a fall-lover craves to hear
Before I make my way to my daily grind
I absorb every sight I can
Before it leaves me forever
Another day in the crown of all seasons
Blurs of popping orange, crimson, and orange
Meet my wonder-struck, beauty-searching eyes
And bring a beam to my made-up face
Before I step into the office once again
Tapping away to the music of pattering raindrops outside my window
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