a garden fire smokes me out
somewhere ~ over there ~ in the trees
a garden fire lisps of autumn
azure in its growing falling
a leaf falls
a petal drops
my steps slow down to a standing look
just look ~ look
all’s right with the world
in one deep breath more memories
than tears can prick at
it’s all gone bleary
the falling is so terribly slow
tumbling in the sunshine they leave
every bird that brought spring’s summer
over is such a sad word
it’s over
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