In late October
silver maples shed
leaves of such gold
that even the World
of the Dead can’t help
but stare and turn agape.
O, say what alchemic
wedding turned Apollo
into Artemis and Artemis
into Apollo and minds too
into remembering what had been
and is always even now as our eyes
similarly meet and see this light within
and take those colors for fresh wings?
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