“No one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today.” – Guns n’ Roses A sad song, perhaps, this,that dapples sidewalks with,in each stroke of rain,leaves, yellow devils,to menace usamong the few fallengreen too early.   Each leaf (or more) tumblesinto their soft scatterof paper voicesfrom treetops, down shinglesamong the still-spry clover,and over vermillion bricksin a late chorus…