Pale Angled Light

I claim to pay
attention but
I’ve missed

the coming
of the fall:
I look out

suddenly: see
yellow leaves,
pale angled light

beyond the trees,
the dawn
of night not

merely of tonight
but of the year.
All seems

just now
to have decided
to appear.

It’s very queer.
Where was I
if I wasn’t here?

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