her feet stood still in the path they made
half in the sun half in the shade
surrounded by sounds by human voices
what were they thinking were they mulling choices
children running just to run, the best reason
trying to steal the last part of the season
cars flying by what is their rush
time is fast enough in its lightspeed crush
leaves wind bristling joyfully green
knowing soon they will not be seen
with or without her this she knows
something comes while something goes
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