There Go the Leaves

Time to stop
memorizing erased lines.

Forget borders to red
and gold memories

of events
she didn’t experience.

No one did,
or no one’s admitting

anything. Brown
branches claw their way

through a charcoal sky
to the other side.

And she kisses drizzled air,
so relieved to live

where four seasons
dare to break through.

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