The tree stood like a man

in sharp, green carpet.

The Ohio sun provided light,

but no heat,

And November had flung leaves

at his feet

like confetti.


The man stood like a tree,

Feet planted in the carpet.

A cheap chandelier,

Pale as the Ohio sun,

Lit the confetti

That littered the floor

Like leaves.

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