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"Had They Learned Beforehand" by Joe DiMino They are too brittle Words of autumn Crackle of defiant leaves; Brittle for Triumphant winter Rolls-up its cold Immobilizing sleeves To soon end all the fuss, Predetermined by the rust Speckled patterns both The trees and aging Arborists know For if the young Next season to come Making room then To heaven or hell Or a chemical smell The lived-out must go Some would say A just reality That the wealthy at last Cannot have it all Would have better Served them Had they learned Beforehand To go naked On the crawl . Leave a comment