poem: a fallish tang, a telling breeze

a fallish tang, a telling breeze
nothing’s gonna last
the summer all too quickly turns
present into past
begin to dream of answers, re:
questions no one’s asked
discreetly, leaves are turning brown
falling rather fast
the Inca Roads I followed, once,
overgrown with grass

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