And if you ascend the twisty mountain roads in October, go
Where aspen fill inclines that spill spectacularly down from
Roadsides, legions of creased silver trunks, upright as drinking straws
Will be plunged in their shimmery lemon shock of lacey
Leaves. Scorching you coolly, like a peppery soda fountain
Tonic, the aspen will knock you back as easily as you might
grab a defenseless glass of water. You will be imbibed,
They will consume you, the consummate aspen.
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