Lean into August

A red rake
propped against a poplar
glows in the late afternoon sun.

The red door
remains shut.
She waits outside. Not ready

to consider
the fallen. One night
it will happen. The door

will open.
He will extend a hand
to offer her

a pair of love-worn
leather ballet slippers
in her size.

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