Glossy catalogs filled with
promises of golden light,
and smiling faces.
Take me back to cool October,a
drifted leaves and snow sharp air.
College is a taste on my tongue,
autumn, flowing rich with promise.
I dream into glowing pictures,
and wonder; what taste
when memory looks back?
Rich red wine and wheat-nut bread?
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