Poems by Richard Epstein. Not much commentary, only one picture (sorry, Alice), and little disruption: just a place to find poems by Richard Epstein
Friday, September 26, 2025
Seasonal Adjustment
He
tried to stick the leaves back on,
Hoping to brighten up the
place.
Turned out the "fallen" meant "begone,"
And
autumn was a lot like grace,
Where bound to be was meant to
fall,
And winter apprehends us all,
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