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Formula For Autumn

It lingers where it is loved.
And though it can be summoned
alone, in stages, it is laughter
as much as industriousness
that beckons.
The ideal number
is three, taking turns.
Two rake the crackled leaves
into a straggly mountain
position the battered
half-broken, mostly rust
trampoline beside the mountain
and the third is
the one to leap.

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