A corner turned. A fresh climb. New prospects.
Sure, one way or another, it's all one
Journey, but the legs are not the same.
The air tonight not so cool as last,
But cooler than any night last week. Acorns
Are dropping from the oaks behind the house.
Each holds a seedling which will grow only
If no human, or squirrel, spirits it away.
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