Here is our plan:
a secret mission under
the cover of
darkness
We are drafting an assault on this
stale atmosphere:
the din of sweltering crickets.
incessant air conditioners and
overheated back yard dogs
Soon there will be squadrons of geese
flying South, carrying the message of impending frost
There will be an army of leaves
dropped from the sky
covering the ground
Waiting for further orders
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