hang me out to dry
one of hundreds of thousands
dangling precipitously
I am momentarily
a participant of a
greater collective
awe-inspiring to those
who love all the colors
of the third season
destined to be released
as a single solitary flier
slowly drifting downward
governed by the wind & gravity
my eventual resting place
a shallow muddy puddle
on the side of the road
october two thousand twenty-three
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Thanks for sharing this idea Anita