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Autumn has always been a time of reflection for me, tinged with melancholy. I want to share one of my poems published a few months before my ALS diagnosis. It's all the more poignant for me now, as I grieve for so much loss. Last night I took my son to his first high school homecoming dance.

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Desiderata in Autumn My other senses jeer at the audacity of sight. Whitman’s “sniff of green leaves and dry leaves” Is acrid smoke from leaf piles Set aflame by old men defying the burn ban. The c…