A fall poem about the love of running we all grow to appreciate.

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Away from you
I am lost
moving as if I am trying

to catch a leaf
is a hard all-of-
a-sudden thing.

Finally a falling
leaf seized

my hand for you—

since I can’t bring you
to

this place,
I bring
you this place.

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