hailstorm
the ice breaks
in a puddle
wind rips
the last maple leaf
dusk
the ice breaks
in a puddle
wind rips
the last maple leaf
dusk
the first yellow
shades in an oak leaf—
shades in an oak leaf—
I
ask no questions
all
the stars
behind
these clouds
a
twisted smile
frost
lies
down
on the daisy
pale sun
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| Photo by Jade Pisani |
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