Fall

Figs, split on the curb:
The fallen fruits of the city’s bloom
Swept up amongst the petals
Of a scarlet summer;
Their fragrance lies, tainted with spirits
And encased with soot,
Deadened by the drag
Of the dust man’s brush.

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