Another Autumn
Red, orange, yellow leaves
seem less
beautiful than years before
when the cool air was an invitation
instead of part of a banishment
to grey hair, sore backs,
and wrinkles conversing with silence
about where the person you used to be
went.
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The Tallest Grass
I let my lawn grow the highest
just before the nights start
spitting frost every morning,
while winter approaches
like a snake
that has killed so many
we can’t help
but believe someone else
will be its prey.
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Not Young Anymore
I’ve seen tombstones,
crooked
like my own back from years
of listening to how to stand up
straight because all the prayers
I never said
weigh the same
as the faith that crushes
those waiting for an answer.
~~
Noticing
how dark the night is
because of all the lights
polluting the sky,
only to complain
about forgetting to leave
the porch light on
before dropping your keys.
~~
On the winter wind
I hear all the goodbyes
that went unsaid
with people I haven’t talked to
in years
and the promise of fresh snow
seems more like a lie
we tell ourselves
so our footprints mean more.
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