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Experiment, part one

Не спрашивай старого, спрашивай бывалого.
Don’t ask the old, ask the experienced.
    ~ Russian proverb

Here at the Autumn Leaf Festival
Folks from places far away
Cook’s Forest in its nitid colors
Or Cherry Run’s quaint cottages
Far afield as Story Book Forest
From whose portentous leaves they might’ve stepped
Or clear to Cedar Point
The westward lake where their stones might’ve skipped
Had none traveled here
To walk past in their own autumn colors
Sometimes colorful clothes
Sometimes colorful characters
Their lives could be experiments
Trial and error outcomes
I could learn
From a fellow with beads
Like these
I run
To catch him up as he saunters along
Begin to wave a greeting
Only to be halted by a hissed rebuke from behind
“Don’t talk to that hippy!”
I turn back
Not comprehending
Why my path need be predetermined

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