laying in the dry grass
staring at the sky
watching the dusk come
the breeze cold stirs me
she left abruptly...
she left us

now the sky is gray
and even though the wind has now settled
we’re falling
we are fall

but as I descend from the branch
as I turn as dry as the grass
as I crumple into nothing
I assure myself she’ll be back
summer always comes back
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