October-Midst

The mornings careless, sun-sprawled, radical with light,
roller-coaster air: plunging to bottomless bright
then giddying climb to shattering sky-sight
blue!
Trees carnival with color, the circus wind through all,
and I the acrobat along the slack wire crawl
the net.of job below daily to fall
into.

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