Nebraska in the fall
is more beautiful each year,
than I remember it being
in the past.
Maybe it's the changing world,
a world growing older every day.
Maybe it's perspective,
seeing each day with eyes that
are soon going to be circled
in new surroundings.
But more likely it's me,
growing wiser,
more appreciative...
Or maybe I'm over-thinking it all,
and autumn in Nebraska has always been
just as beautiful as it is now.
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