the universe (in a flower’s fall).

… Remember

how she twirled down,

come November,
frail
like the memory

of a night’s dream
—barely breathing

in the morning,
sending broken

shades of brown

and yellow

and blood ripple

on the leaves

below,
faces woven

into the water.
Remember

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Ava-rebekah RAHMAN

 

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