Alt Route

I walked to BART the long way yesterday.
I thought I’d stop and purchase something good.
The market had low stock, but anyway
I sampled senses in the neighborhood.
The turning leaves against blue sky held sway;
I photographed that color where I stood.
Far tastier than crackers would have been,
I filled my lungs with Autumn oxygen.

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