Boston’s Schools in Autumn

We all fall down,

on the grassy fields.

Falling after our dogs,

to catch a Frisbee or in love

on Boston's uncommon Commons.
.

Softened by dim light, we immerse

into the shadows of elms

painting sunset's gold gleam

on our vision, painting

autumn's fading in our features.
.

While the blue gray swirl of steam

collects in the graveyard

and we fall into despair

begging parents "let me go home

I'm so very tired..."

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Or fall into dreams among chrysanthemums

where we hold ourselves to ideals

of what and who we could be

and take into ourselves the being

of the gallant of history and lead.