Come dance with me
in the red and gold
Dress in a sweater and jeans
and run through the woods
crunching through the fallen leaves
and
dance in the sunshine
with me.
And be free
for a moment
without 'have to'
and 'should'
and twirl me
until my skirts billow full
and
I am breathless
Then we will laugh
and catch each other
spinning
in the crispness
of the fall.
October 22,1995
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